Hank was the town REALTor. He always wore a flashy suit, enjoyed his cigars and drove around in a giant Studebaker soft-top. He had the gift of the gab and persuaded many a buyer to purchase or rent homes they later came to regret. On one notorious occasion he took it on himself to alter the boundary of a property after the sale was agreed, enabling him to sell a bit of free land. One of these days his misdemeanours would find him out, but for now he was able to get away with it.
Saturday, 21 January 2023
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