My grandmother passed away when I was 24, she left behind a house in the Detroit suburbs and my family didn’t know what to do with it. They hemmed and hawed about selling it and at one point floated the idea of just clearing it out and leaving it to sit and be picked over by scavengers looking for copper wire. I balked at this suggestion, the house had …
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