Just when you thought that they don't come anymore. You'll find out that NOO, they are back.
They are like plague, finally you think that it's won, and it's gone, you'll find out that something left alive. And it's spreading like a fire in dried up hay.
How the _ (f-word) I tell them to hit by track!
Next time...there will be no next time. Because now I had had it. First thing I'll do is get spyhole in my door and if they don't get out of my door, I'll tell them what comes to my mind.
They are the plague in here.
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