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Betty Marton

My heart sank when the real estate agent and I pulled up the driveway of the house. From the outside, it looked like everything I didn’t want. The tan, vinyl-sided structure was stark against the November landscape, uncompromised by growth but for a few scraggly bushes and two young, leafless maples sitting squarely in front. Still, it was …

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