You live next door to a clean-cut, quiet guy. He never plays loud music or throws raucous
parties. He doesn't gossip over the fence, just smiles politely and offers you some tomatoes.
His lawn is cared-for, his house is neat as a pin and you get the feeling he doesn't always
lock his front door.
He wears Dockers. You hardly know he's there. And then
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