It wasn’t turning the dispute into a neighborhood war.
It was asking the same question repeatedly until the records ran out of places to hide.
Where did this come from?
Show me the source.
That was all.
I folded the new statement and went inside.
The townhouse was quiet.
The refrigerator hummed.
The kitchen table was clear.
And somewhere inside the HOA server, there was finally exactly one version of my home.
The same number that had existed in the real world all along.
One.
The end
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