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My aunt left me the house because she hated my parents.

I knew that. I knew why she hated them, too. She wasn't all that crazy about me

either, but I was the lessor of two evils. So I was now the proud owner of, if memory

served, the ugliest fucking house ever built. When I pulled up in front of it, I groaned.

Memory hadn't done it justice. The shingles had faded to a nice zombie gray.