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It is not my fault that your son got a splinter from the demolished wood pieces that I judiciously donated to your lawn.

He also borrowed my weed whacker. How do you get it back from an oligarch? Weed whacking is activity of peasant, not fitting of powerful oligarch .

Disinfect your broom, too. We recommend a homemade flying potion made of opium poppies, spotted red mushrooms, and toad skins.

Looking like the way a six-year-old might try to draw a sports car? Quirky! The sound system that consisted of maybe two buttons total? Great

At first, I was frightened of you, unsure of your intentions, and your driving style did nothing to calm me.

Just a short walk to the train: The nearest subway stop is a mile away and trains don’t stop there on weekends.

My mom has always wanted me to lift cars like she did: a hatchback off my sister, an SUV off my brother, and the family van off me.

I order Café Olés now in neighboring towns (to get away from all the darn-doodlin’ neighbors clouding my rediscovered creative energy!)

He was there all hours of the day, rain or shine, lost in the peace of his mellow being. He returned none of our casual hellos and friendly waves.

Cheryl senses my sadness/frustration/anger/anything-cry-worthy-even-if-it’s-just-a-movie and will suddenly be on my doorstep with brownies in hand.

Then right on cue, the whole complex became a mashup of Duck Soup: Mrs. Tyndale burst out of her door singing what sounded like some sort of aria.

For approximately 134,000 of my New Brunswick neighbors and others across the globe, I became the face of workplace sexual harassment.