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Marika
2024-07-02 14:23:00 UTC
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Someone tried to buy my house in december

By the way, this is the best part of his email.

“My goal is to put our current home on the market in February, though would
be interested in purchasing your home sooner to allow time for renovations
before taking residence.”


He asks on like the last day of December (during holidays) if you can get
out before February so he can do “renovations”? A MONTH? Sure thing, pal.
Nice “goal”.
Marika
2024-07-03 21:07:49 UTC
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Post by Marika
Someone tried to buy my house in december
By the way, this is the best part of his email.
“My goal is to put our current home on the market in February, though would
be interested in purchasing your home sooner to allow time for renovations
before taking residence.”
He asks on like the last day of December (during holidays) if you can get
out before February so he can do “renovations”? A MONTH? Sure thing, pal.
Nice “goal”.
“Rennel came then. I heard his feet on the stairs. I jumped up before he
could knock. He spoke his affected “Hullo,” his klutzy imitation of the
lowbrow romantic lead.
“How have you—? I’m so glad to see you.” I was so surprised I could only
offer clichés.
“Happy birthday! We’re supposed to go over to Sam’s for dinner.”
Why was this the beginning? Because it was when we opened onto each other.
Before that we were each enclosed and entertained each other without
lasting effect. Just as my goldfish in their jug know of me only vaguely,
and entertain me with movements they would have made without an audience. I
could smash the jug. In the last gasp of a gill, they might finally see me,
or my shoe, at least, descending upon them. And I in my small house, with
my dressing gown and watering can, take in the milk when the bottles clink
and invite inside the few who ring the bell. I will listen and regale as
long as the coffee is hot and the cookies are being consumed at a steady
rate, as long as the forms are preserved and enough is said to[…]”

Excerpt From
Toad
Katherine Dunn

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