Belinda lived in a comfortable house, though small, in a modest neighborhood. It was the kind of place where crime wasn’t rampant, but petty thievery might happen once in a while around Christmas. He envied her window box flowers as he rang the doorbell. Perhaps he ought to get serious about moving out of…
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