This house was purchased and used as a grow op. They figured nobody would suspect anything in a small quiet town. They were right. The house has since been gutted and rebuilt again. You never know who your neighbours are.
My love bird forever purchased this home, and the real grow op was our love sent from above. The drugs didnt matter. We figured nobody would suspect anything in our small quiet town, but our passion grew in a field of garnishment and sterility. You never know if your neighbors are in love, but everybody knew about our desires of fruit passions. I will forever remain in love with this home, where my beloved's ghost kissed me under the window sill, every night at 6am, while the dove birds picked up the scent of happiness and carried it into our lives. We later moved to 499 Sherbrook with a haunt and a horn, to canoodle in the lounge chair, surrounded by folklore and mysteriousness, holding hands until the stars came out of his eyes in the big picture window which I stare upon when my eyes are closed. I still remember our first paranormal kiss, we were arguing and a kiss. I love you Ge. Love, your Blossom Bosoms.
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