The Young House
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I don’t know how I managed to talk him into visiting the old house with me, but somehow a week later, we met there. “Sorry I’m late.” His face was white and jaw clenched, but resigned as he got out of the beat-up pickup truck he parked just outside of the property line, as if…
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Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.
Bringing Mae Flowers 