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“Oh s**t,” Ty mumbled as we rolled up to the house for the bachelorette party. You couldn’t miss it. Unless the house had p***s-shaped balloons attached to the mailbox just because. “This can’t be good.”
We were in Belgrade, near the airport. The subdivision was brand new with matching street lamps all the way down the road. The house had two stories, painted a cheery yellow with red shutters. The two-car garage took up most of the lower floor except for a tiny porch and front door. The yard had been put in by landscapers but ended abruptly at the property line on either side as the home abutted two empty lots.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” I mocked. Secretly, I was enjoying every moment of this. His discomfort was comical and I tried hard not to laugh. Hell, I tried hard not to
