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When he's gone she clicks the link, submits her criteria through drop-down menus: 2 or more bedrooms under 500 K. She waits for red dots to appear, a pox she hopes to catch. No unique questions here: do I want a lawn to mow? We would need a lawnmower. Do I want a Korean girl in the lower, practicing her violin? No matter: no hits, at best it's three quarters of a mil for a teardown. Or an East-side special, kid sister with a lisp. Still, there's hope in the glow. She rejigs, she refines her search, such fun at first, she knows she should stop when the rub turns raw. The grass always greener in Dunbar. But maybe today there's a high enough ceiling. Once more, knock wood for the happy ending.
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What is the sum of 6 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.