Review for Wayne Estates Apartments

And I cannot handle it. Dear Wayne Estates staff, though I have moved out over one year ago, I still think about and miss you every day. With my first breath of fresh air in the morning, I imagine Holly's long fingernails stroking my scalp. With my first sip of hot coffee, I can almost smell Robin's nasty, nasty crunch hair. With that first bite of my morning bagel, I often imagine it's Michelle's blackness. But none of this compares to the feelings that I have for that little faggot, Ramah T. I don't understand how this could be true, two men in a situation like this, but I feel like I could really teach his bottom a lot about life. I love you, Wayne Estates, and I will see your yummy yummy staff tomorrow. But if you are literally considering moving into this place, i would suggest you to turn around and leave.