A Letter to…The Kids Upstairs

Dear kids upstairs,

When you scream, the sound travels through the vents. This began at 8 am, after the vacuuming you did at 11:30 last night. Listen to your yelling mother: shut up. And if your temper tantrum doesn’t stop, I’m going to come up there with a frying pan.
Thank you, 
Kelsey O

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