Tales From The Ghettohood: Rescuing Roscoe, Part Two.

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So when we left off, I was in my backyard, pouting about missing prom by lighting a bonfire when I heard a giant rustling from the empty house next door where my drug-dealing neighbors had up until the week before, lived. In the darkness without my glasses or contacts, I could see a large animal rooting around the back porch stairs, seemingly dragging something behind it. When it noticed me approach the fence, it scampered over almost gleefully, a big tongue hanging sideways out of a large, familiar smile. . . .

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