Lake Lewisia #1363

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With his work going well and a suddenly more comfortable existence, his friends began to ask if he wouldn’t like to buy a newer house, one more attractive and easy to maintain. He just laughed, though, hands brushing fondly over the strange flowering bush by the front steps or the odd blotches staining the front door. “I just love the neighborhood too much to ever leave,” he professed, eyes gazing toward the storm drain opposite his house with an affection no one else understood.

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LL#1363