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Jan 2017
Noelle's voice pierced through my head as it always did, but I held my tongue. I raced up the creaky stairs, and retrieved the movies. As soon as I could gather a thought I heard the whine again, "these aren't the blue ray one's Johnny!"

Noelle frantically shot up from her position and raced upstairs. Stomp stomp stomp, Noelle never walked like a normal person. Instead, she brought both her feet down like she was pounding the juice out of grapes, and it sounded like thunder! The same was when she knocked on the door. If one did not live with her and understood her habits, Noelle's knock could be mistaken for the police.

As Noelle made her way down the stairs she yelled out, "where are the Harry Potter blue-ray series! I don't know where they went, they vanished!
Now, like a cheetah Noelle seeked out the weakest prey and planed her attack. With her snout pointed towards me she viciously started making ridiculous assumptions. She hissed, "you have them, you took them to Elyse's house I know you did, you better get them back!"

Like an innocent little rat, I didn't know how to respond, I was stupefied by her accusation. As usual, I held my tongue and did not unleash the wrath of this tiger.
Written by
Johnny Vaccaro
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