so i got home from work early today and was enjoying a very special episode of Cops, when a girl appeared at our front door. it was the daughter of the man we bought our house from. turns out today is the 1 year anniversary of his death and she wanted to know if she could walk around and spread his ashes. he must have died right after we closed our deal, as we have been here just over a year now. so i said yes and we talked for a bit. she was crying and telling me a little about him. then she went to the spot where their dog was buried, i had taken down the cross and Smash has a bunch of wildflowers growing there now. he was an artist and built this place from the ground up. we love it.
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(but reread it after I apply , "The Totally Monstrous Fiction Treatment, then you can vote on having me commited.)