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It's three quarters of a mil for a teardown, just this side of East/West. There aren't many specials--kid sister limping after her heritage. Irrelevant now, questions of lawnmowers, or Korean girls in the lower, practicing violins. In Cambie Village, the grass is brown with demolition. Heritage houses huddleaway from backhoes, hold steady through jackhammer staccato, tend to cedar splinters. For them, a question of what to restore and what to replace, while potential buyers ask for a high enough ceiling: Can we gut the attic and build a roof made of glass?
It's three quarters of a mil for a teardown, just this side of East/West. There aren't many specials--kid sister limping after her heritage. Irrelevant now, questions of lawnmowers, or Korean girls in the lower, practicing violins. In Cambie Village, the grass is brown with demolition. Heritage houses huddle
away from backhoes, hold steady through jackhammer staccato, tend to cedar splinters. For them, a question of what to restore and what to replace, while potential buyers ask for a high enough ceiling: Can we gut the attic and build a roof made of glass?
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What is the sum of 9 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.