I used to live peacefully on Maple Street, where neighbors smiled, waved, and made handshake deals over fences and flowers. When I built a wooden fence for privacy, Jim and Susan—our sweet next-door neighbors—agreed to its spot, even if it leaned nine inches into their yard. It wasn’t about inches, it was about understanding. For years, we lived side by side with no issues. But peace ended the day Kayla moved in…
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