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Not just four walls a house, a home, abode place where I hung my hat and yes, an often used, commode The yard, that I landscaped the trees I bought, and grew all the nicks and dents and struggles, now gone through The bathroom remodel all the sweat equity not everything brand new but precious, in a way, too me It pains me, just a little bit to hand strangers, the keys and know in heart and soul in my toilets, they'll one, and two and three
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
This old house
Not just four walls a house, a home, abode place where I hung my hat and yes, an often used, commode The yard, that I landscaped the trees I bought, and grew all the nicks and dents and struggles, now gone through The bathroom remodel all the sweat equity not everything brand new but precious, in a way, too me It pains me, just a little bit to hand strangers, the keys and know in heart and soul in my toilets, they'll one, and two and three
(3 = Too much alcohol, hugging the porcelain god) Yup, house is sold, won't even get to see the buyers at closing. Apparently, they don't do that anymore, as there have been, animosities :D This sale was pretty amicable, we got what we wanted, they got what they wanted.
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
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