Location, location, location was dejection, dejection, dejection
As the weeks ticked by, they began the small, hopeful rituals of moving. Elias potted up plants he wanted to take with them. Sarah bought a small bag of wild bird feed for their new garden instead of the usual bulk sack, not wanting to carry the extra weight on moving day. 124691
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The "perfect" house in Bristol couldn't wait forever. Their vendors, desperate to move themselves, gave them a deadline: exchange by the New Year or the house would be put up for rent. Sarah looked at the small bag of birdseed on the counter—a tiny symbol of a future that was rapidly slipping away. Sarah looked at the small bag of birdseed