It is Christmas Eve and Matt has been anxiously awaiting the arrival
Okay, Chet, here’s a real “Merry Christmas” for you. This house is mine. I don’t need “your vote” for squat. All of it’s mine. Mom willed it to me because she knew what you’re doing with your life. I know. She knew. And she didn’t want her house to be a drug den.
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