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Selling a House

Selling a cottage I had my little house up for reluctant sale couldn`t get the reward I wanted decided not to sell I`m moving to Cascais, and it takes time. he cottage can stand here till it sags and needs to be painted, too many memories we have grown old together I need a facelift my fake tan can`t cover up the cracks. I knock on the door two ladies outside they wanted to buy my house for the right sum of money, for a moment I hesitated, money is money. Sorry, it is no longer up for sale and my little house breathed again.

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