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Maybe it was something I said

In case it isn't readily apparent from my crappy digital camera's output, two of our neighbors are selling their houses:

It's a bummer, because we're friends with both households, especially the next-door folks. Trey and his family have been regular guests at our cookouts, and I've drank many a beer and lost many a hand of poker at his table. They'll be missed.

But not so much that I'm going to stop screaming "Allāhu Akbar! out the window every time he shows someone the house. That's payback for four years of annoying barking dachsund.

He's gotten pretty quick about hustling prospective buyers inside.