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The neighbor’s yard

My favorite part of Matt’s sleepover was when I looked out back to see several of the boys peeing in the trees at the back of my neighbor’s yard.  They were out playing football early on Sunday morning, and so I’m wishfully thinking that no one saw them.

“Do not. Pee. In. The neighbor’s YARD,”  I called from the back porch.  The boys took this for a rallying cry, and those who had not taken part in the group pee rushed outside so they could pee in the neighbor’s yard, too.


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