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Once upon a time I bought a house from a guy that looks a lot like you -the type with an honest face. To be fair I wasn't a hard sell. He never had to ask me to ignore the leaking sink, or the door you had to shut a little too hard. I never needed sold on the messy neglected interior. I was hungry for a home An easy commission check. I never asked about the interest rate, or the property taxes, or what it would cost to insure the place. No thought whatsoever about the blood, sweat, and tears it would cost Each Month to pay the mortgage.   Just to keep it. Just to stay. My brow, and eyes and cheeks, raw from the salt they'd come to know. A bad investment. Bad negotiations. I took the long way home. I'm so glad I made it though. Thank you.
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Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Long Way Home
Once upon a time I bought a house from a guy that looks a lot like you -the type with an honest face. To be fair I wasn't a hard sell. He never had to ask me to ignore the leaking sink, or the door you had to shut a little too hard. I never needed sold on the messy neglected interior. I was hungry for a home An easy commission check. I never asked about the interest rate, or the property taxes, or what it would cost to insure the place. No thought whatsoever about the blood, sweat, and tears it would cost Each Month to pay the mortgage.   Just to keep it. Just to stay. My brow, and eyes and cheeks, raw from the salt they'd come to know. A bad investment. Bad negotiations. I took the long way home. I'm so glad I made it though. Thank you.
Thank you.
MandiWolfe
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37/F/Athens, Ohio
Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 10:54 PM UTC
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