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not to calculate how much the owners were worth.
He slowed his car, stared through the windshield, and whispered, “No way.”
Then he saw me walking across the driveway with a roll of blueprints under one arm, saw one of my employees call out to me from the porch, saw me point toward the workshop like I owned the place.
Because I did.
Kyle pulled over on continue reading …
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