"Well, I suppose that's not too bad considering how run down it is," Harry thought out loud. She was only waiting for the man to pass this place up too, so she could go home and call the whole day a waste. "This is the last property you have? How much did you say it was?" "Hmmm," Harry tilted his head as he watched a few more shingles fall off the slanted roof. After passing over a fully furnished mansion with a pool and 20 acre property, there was no way the odd British man with a supposedly large wallet would go for an abandoned, desolate property in the middle of the woods, an hour's drive from the outskirts of the city… This was literally the last property in her file and there was really no hope that he would buy it. He'd made her take him all over and around the city, turning down every house, apartment, flat or summer home she'd had on her route. The sales rep fidgeted tiredly behind him. "Well," Harry glanced from the collapsed barn to the partially dilapidated farmhouse.
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