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At 74 years old, I’ve lived through plenty of drama. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for the storm that blew into my life one quiet summer week… and it all started with my neighbor Brian. My name’s Margaret. I’ve lived in my little cozy home for more than twenty years now. It’s my safe place, my happy place—the spot where I raised my three kids, and now welcome my seven grandkids for summer splashes, weekend barbecues, and endless giggles. There’s always someone dropping by, and the air is always

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