I fell in love with a house (which is for sale but we can't afford: 4500 square feet on half an acre and a steal at $290,000. But who has $290,000--and the realtor says probably cash only). Turns out the last person to own the house more than 18 months was murdered there 5 years ago, and the house has changed hands 4 times since then. And the murder is unsolved. I still love the house though, even if it looks like a haunted house.
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Benjamin has struggled to say "Nathanael." For a while it always came out sounding like, "Dinner." Now it often sounds like "Mason." Usually he just gives up after some thought and calls his brother, "baby."
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I found bullets in my house--on top of the shelf by the front door!
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