The Explorer's Retreat

 After we bought the ranch house, a crusty, old gardener pulled us aside.

"You know the history of this place?" he asked.

The split-level had been built in the early 70s, and I couldn't imagine what sort of history it had accumulated. Had a tornado ripped up a tree? Did the kitchen have Bad Appliance Karma?

"It's a house of divorce," the man said. "Everyone who lives here splits up." To drive home the point, he drew a finger across his throat.

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