He made one of those stupid jokes on me involving pictures of ghosts suddenly popping up on the screen. It was Michael Jackson's. It scared me so much I started to cry. We had a big fight. We made peace with each other in his parents' bedroom. I felt as the history is being repeated.
We stayed at home until the evening. We went for dinner. We were told that there was a sudden flooding where we usually go. Our place of parking got completely wiped out by sandy mud and stone river.
I should somehow thank Michael Jackson.
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