I took in a drenched old man one stormy night. The next morning, he offered to buy my house for one dollar. “I’m not joking,” he said. “I can’t explain, but you have to leave right away.”
Rain hammered the windows like a thousand desperate fingers when I found him — an old man slumped on my porch, drenched to the …
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