“From the outside, the older woman promoted a decent bargain.
But once you bought it and moved in, it was going to the bathroom in buckets she would ‘gracefully’ attend for avoidance of sewer reparations.
It was cringing at the inability to avoid the dawning horror of watching white-capsuled tapeworm eggs dropping off from untreated cat bums and littering all over the furniture, tables, and carpet surfaces.
It was the morning, noon, and evening times wretchingly vomitous smell of the unnecessarily now permanent colostomy bag being emptied as its fumes filled nearly the entire house with no escape granted.
And it was the continuous, stalking-in-wait insanity of chances being begged for for family reunification – at the same time all efforts were being rejected, laughed at, and sabotaged.”
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