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Daisies & Weeds

Daisies & Weeds

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The front garden was overgrown. Daisies and weeds lined the pavement. A broken folding chair sat right in the middle of the cracked stone path and the birdbath that stood in the corner was empty. The veranda was painted white years ago and had turned pus yellow over time. People on the street called it the Long Time No See House on account of the owner. She only came out on Tuesdays for exactly two hours. Once at six in the morning with her black cat and once in the afternoon on her own at four.
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