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I know I am wrong to use the term witch. I like witches. I think there are a lot of good things about witches. But in this case I’m using it to describe my new neighbour.
She’s not actually new. She’s been there two years now. Obviously she has money, for she’s fixed the little house up, erected a deck and added lots of cute outdoor decor. I don’t know her name. She’s never spoken to me.
My one interaction with her was by proxy on the day she moved in. In the afternoon there was a terrific pounding on my front door. It was a young woman I did not know. She was angry, impatient, rude, blonde. She said her mother had just moved in next door and could I right now take the shower doors out of the shed?
I had no idea what she was talking about.
Apparently the people who’d lived there before had shower doors in the shed and had lied and said I wanted them and would take them. That way they didn’t have to move them. Coincidentally...
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