There is a story of an old woman who lived alone in a small shack of a house. The paint was peeling, the roof was leaking and the floor was sagging, but it was all she could afford at the time. Her landlord was an ugly old man with a hateful temper who scared her.
Once a month, he would come and bang on the door and when she would open it, he would be standing there breathing down her neck demanding the rent. She would quickly give it to him so he would go away.
One day, there came a knock at the door and she opened it, fearing the nasty landlord, but was surprised to see a handsome young man standing there. He told her that he had purchased the house and he was the new landlord. He told her he wanted to fix the leak in the…
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