He nodded, walking further into the room. The floorboards did creak beneath his feet, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. He peered out through the back windows. She was right: the yard was overgrown with weeds. Dandelions were waving in the breeze, bending over patches of white clover and creeping kudzu. It looked as thought it would definitely take more than a little gardening to clear it.
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