I felt a flicker of sympathy, but her harsh demands lingered in my mind. “I’m sorry, Patrice, but I’m not rebuilding it. I don’t want more trouble, and the safest way is to avoid a fence near your property.”
She looked desperate. “Please, I can’t keep Duke inside all day; he’s destroying my furniture. I need that fence!”
“I’m sorry, but no,” I said firmly. “I can’t risk more issues.”
Patrice left, defeated.
But karma wasn’t finished with her. Over the next few weeks, she tried handling it herself. She put up a cheap bamboo fence, but Duke tore through it like paper. She had to stay home more, and it threw her work and social life into chaos.
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