I learned a long time ago, people live in what they want to live in. I had a friend who was married and had a dog. If they had a meal they left the plate wherever they could find a spot on the floor. Chicken bones, trash, molding milkshakes old pizza boxes and roaches everywhere. The dog went on the floor wherever he wanted too. When I visited them I held my breath when I went inside and had to very carefully pick my spots to walk. Needless to say my visits were very brief.
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