i can't say i didn't love the window holes. i did. like the teeth on a jack-o-lantern. or a hobo. they suggested mystery, adventure or a story untold. a promise of what's to come. but less pulp and mouth stink.
Take a peek into what tearing your house down and building a new one really feels like. So go on. Put on some gloves and pick up a shovel.
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