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House: Gotten

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

House: Gotten

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We have keys and garage door opener. Paperwork is signed, and a gigantic check has been handed over. This evening, after dinner, we marked our territory by bringing over some boxes and pissing in the corner. Well, okay, we only did one of those. Point is: ours. Yoink. Snagged.

The previous owner did forget to clear the win out of the house, but we're okay with an excess of win. He was also cool enough to leave the patio furniture and some fireplace stuff.

Maybe we moved the win in with us, because everything went smoothly. Closing took twenty minutes, give or take. The bank's agent was a pro, and he banged his way through the paperwork one-two-three. Since neither we nor the seller really felt much need to quibble, that was it.

Our realtor was stunned. Granting that we basically handed this deal to her on a platter, she was just waiting for something to go wrong. But, no. Yoink, house scored, and a package of win delivered for Solstice.
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