A Fake September Fourteenth Lease Agreement Cost My Ex-Husband the Linden Court House
“She’s got a tape measure out.
She’s measuring the window over the sink.”
A tape measure.
I knew that window.
Eight days ago I had stood at it with a cup of coffee and a paint chip card, deciding between two whites.
“What document?” I said.
“A residential lease agreement.
Month to month.
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