He answered with a smile. Like nothing had happened.
“Hey, neighbor! How was your trip?”
“Where’s my fence?”
His smile didn’t waver. “Oh. Yeah. We took care of that while you were gone.”
“You took care of it?”
“Yeah. Had a crew come out. Removed it. We’re planning to landscape the whole boundary area. Really open things up.”
I felt my jaw tighten. “You removed my fence without permission.”
“Well—it was kind of an eyesore. And we talked about this before, remember? You said you built it, so I figured—”
Ezoic
“I said I built it. Not that you could tear it down.”
“Come on, man. It’s just a fence. We’re improving the space for everyone.”
I called the police.
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