Mrs Jones

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Clarissa

I’m now home, and the grocery bill no longer brings lovely surprises.

There are other surprises, tough. A while ago, our old and rickety deck collapsed. Fell down like a house of cards. So we had to build a new one.

A couple of months after we were done, the neighbors next door tore down their new and shiny deck and started building an even newer one.

Now I come back and 3 more houses in the street are building new decks.

I never thought I’d be one of those Joneses people try to keep up with.

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