2017: Looking forward to better days

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I’m so fond of my attorney I spent a good bit of 2016 contemplating various crimes just so I could enjoy more confidential time with him.



First, I wanted to kill Wendy, the malignantly vapid real estate agent who botched the sale of my Mom’s South Hills condo.



The story of my involvement with Wendy, the months of work we did to fix the place up to her dictates, and the