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My Neighbor Ran Over My Tree with His Luxury Car… Then Life Taught Him a Cruel Lesson
I did it slowly. Carefully. As though moving too quickly might shatter something else I couldn’t afford to lose.
That was when my neighbor, Mr. Hawthorne, began complaining.
He had moved in just last year—a man in his late forties with pressed coats, sharp shoes, and a shiny red SUV that looked far too big for our quiet street. He never waved. Never smiled. He simply drove in and out, engine roaring, music thumping, as if the neighborhood were his private highway.
One evening, as I adjusted the lights, I heard his voice cut through the cold air.
“THAT LIGHT IS FAR TOO BRIGHT! IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE!”
I turned, startled, my mittened hands trembling.
“I—I’m sorry,” I said. “I can move it.”
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