The Truth of the Sidewalk

So Dad walked up to Ally yesterday who is the little girl that lives next door. He asked her if she knew what happend with the little girl that broke her arm, and she said yes. Dad then asked her where she broke her arm, and she said “at the bottom of the street.” Doesn’t sound like my front side-walk to me. Apparently she isn’t supposed to play in the street, so she lied to her father, who then proceeded to chew out my 83 year old grandfather. The father should ask his lieing little brat for the real story before he goes attacking anyone in my house.

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