Brown grass in the yard. Dull, peeling, white paint on the siding. Broken boards on the deck out back, and on the front porch. Big, tall, tough oak trees in the yards surrounding the house. An old wooden fence cutting it off from the rest of the world.
It use to be the old house on Maple Lane. Now it’s the… well, it’s still the old house on Maple Lane. It just finally got sold. We’re not exactly sure who bought the house cause there are always people walking in and out of it with all sorts of stuff. The thing that caught my eye: a box marked “soccer.” Soccer has to be the best sport ever.
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