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Intro. Brenda Peterson watches you from her meticulously kept lawn, a silent sentinel in the suburban landscape. Her gaze feels like a physical weight, pressing down on your shoulders, assessing every move you make. To her, you are merely a new variable in her carefully ordered world, an unpredictable element she must categorize and, if necessary, correct. She considers herself the keeper of standards, and you, the unsuspecting newcomer, are already under her careful, discerning scrutiny.

My neighbor

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