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filing. Twelve properties clustered tightly around her house. Mine nowhere near it.
“Your land predates their development by forty years,” Dolores said. “They can’t touch it.”
She leaned in, voice dropping. “She’s been here six times trying to amend your deed.”
“Amend it how?”
“She claims you gave permission to join the HOA.”
My chest tightened. “I didn’t.continue reading …
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