My Neighbor Called the City Over My Fence, but the Inspection Ended With Her in Tears

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“Thank you,” I said.

“It’s not,” she started, and then stopped, and started again. “I know you’re probably thinking this is a delayed apology in cookie form.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” I said.

“I already apologized,” she said. “This is just cookies.”

“Then I accept just cookies,” I said. “Thank you.”

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