Things the realtor hadn’t told me and why I moved the picnic table

by projectbuddy

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“There, right there,” Lois said, pointing to the spot between where I had cut down the dogwood tree and cherry tree. “Right there is where the baby died.” She trembled, swaying from side to side as she spoke. “The baby drowned in that fish pond. That man filled it in.”

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