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I was trimming my hedges and overheard the whole thing. Something about it bothered me, but I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t my business.
But it should’ve been.
Too seriously.
She didn’t just “keep an eye” on Gavin’s lawn; she treated it like her own.
I’d see her out there in the brutal summer heat, pulling weeds from his flower beds, picking up trash that blew into his yard, even watering his plants when it hadn’t rained.
And every two weeks, like clockwork, the gardening crew would show up and mow both properties… hers and Gavin’s.
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