I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me…
I was a young, single property manager living on site in the MHC.* Someone had, in a sheer act of unimaginable mutiny, thrown all of the pool furniture into the pool. Being the young sassafras that I was, I planned to investigate. Was eviction too harsh a punishment for soggy seats? I think not. […]
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