Down here not all skeletons are in the closet. Some are walking around.
i was talking with a person the other day (hereafter referred to as "my friend") who was showing me some photographs. One of the photographs included a family member whom my friend identified as my friend's brother's son. For clarity, i asked whether that meant he was my friend's nephew. My friend was not sure. You see, my friend's brother got to "messing around" with my friend's stepmother's sister. One thing led to another and, well, you know the rest of the story.
This story seems similar to some of the stories i heard in bars up north.
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