While it wasn't the house they had wanted, it was a house, which seemed a great step up from apartment living. Despite the lack of running water in the first floor kitchen and the boarded windows across the front, that is. The pipes had been stolen from the kitchen for the copper, and, like closing the barn door after the cows had left, the city finally secured the windows with plywood shortly after. Luckily, in this one instance, the robbers had ignored the fact that the house had been converted into a triple. In all ways, it was bad for the house, excepting that it meant there were two working kitchens. The home had once been grand, as had the neighborhood, but had been passed from uncaring person to unlucky person to unskilled person through the decades and it was now, like the neighborhood, a shameful wreck.
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