Thomas
lives in the last cottage before farmland rules, with woods out back, and only
the laughing bastard is his neighbour. No one to his right, no one behind, no
one across the way (farmland rules there too), but even this singular presence
is too much for Thomas. It is not the fact that someone else lives nearby, but
that nearby is far too close. There
should be very clear and unbreakable rules regarding proximity, as far as
Thomas is concerned. One should never smell what one’s neighbour brews up in
the kitchen for dinner…particularly when one is on the brink of starvation. And
one should never hear one’s neighbour laugh while he snips at his perfect
hedge. It is an absolute affront to one’s sensibilities.
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