They wanted to demolish that house? There’s nothing left to demolish.

Nothing left of my boxes either.

Oh god.

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Best I get out of here.

They’ll only start shouting at me. And I’ll start shouting back. With good reason.

Idiots.

But there’s nothing left to shout about. It’s gone. And no way at all to get any of it back.

Idiots.

I’d love to see them try to explain what happened to their digger. It won’t be easy.

I’d love to see council try to make sense of what happened to the house. That won’t be easy, either.

But I have to use what little I have left from the house to make sense of a whole lost world. And that won’t be easy at all.

Oh god.