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All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings.
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Just as I finished at , a flashy black 2-door Lincoln Continental pulled into the neighboring driveway.
First popped out the 23-month-old slowly, as they do, then the busty Gifford. I couldn’t hide fast enough before hearing, "Hi neighbor." She stood with one hand waving.
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