My Neighbor Kept Dumping Her Trash Outside My House to Avoid Garbage Fees—She Never Expected What I Did Next

my open garage holding my pruning shears.

I stopped in the doorway. “Looking for something?”

“These.” She lifted them. “Mine are dull.”

“You could’ve asked.”

Helen smiled. “Would you have said no?”

Probably not.

“That’s not really the point.”

“I’ll bring them back.”

Three days later, I had to ask for them.

“Looking for something?”

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