No need to move somewhere bigger. I can stay here till I die, or get evicted.

There’s no benefit whatsoever to living on her property. Maybe for her fantastic ex’s son, he can rob me again, or his “friends” can.

She can claim she loves me all she wants, that doesn’t mean I’ll believe her.

Tonka knew what love was. She was far better at it than any human.

That’s what happens when you mess with people, by asking if they are coming for dinner, then when they try telling you they are, you tell them you aren’t picking them up. How would she like it if I invited her over for dinner, drove here, and then text her saying I was just messing with her?