It hadn’t been an easy night for sleeping. The old man walked through the house grouchy and irritated. There had been a constant pounding through out the night. As well as yelling and cars reving up. This had been the third damn night that these kids had kept him up. He was sick of it.
I hate kids he thought to him self as he walked to a closet at the end of the hallway This should get them to stop.
He picked up the shotgun in the corner of the dark closet.
Tonight would be a good nights sleep.
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