Grandma says there’s mice in the ceiling.
She told the landlord the crack in that same ceiling is gonna open up and the ceiling fan is gonna spray mice and mice guts all over the apartment.
There’s something running around in the ceiling. I can hear it myself. It ain’t just grandma being crazier than a priest huffing helium.
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