They Sold Their House And Tried To Move In Until I Discovered The Truth

stood there breathing hard, his face doing the thing it did when he was trying to locate a response that matched the size of his anger. He reached down, picked up the ceramic garden gnome I kept near the front path, a round-faced thing I had bought at an estate sale as a piece of mild irony, and threw it at the window beside the front door.

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