I miss having a hole in the corner of my house. Technically, it’s not my house. I rent my apartment from June, who lives upstairs. It’s a double decker.
The hole was covered up when the house was painted last summer. There had been a shingle missing, and the painter replaced it. You can’t even tell that the new shingle hasn’t been here all along. He was…
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