I’ve always taken pride in being that neighbor—the one who makes Halloween magical for the kids. Every October, I deck out my yard with cobwebs, skeletons, glowing pumpkins, and a fog machine that rolls mist across the grass like something out of a movie. The kids love it. The parents love it. But Gary and Brenda—my neighbors two doors down—absolutely hate it. Last year, they complained my Christmas lights were “too bright.” Before that, Brenda told me to move my garden because it “blocked her view.” They’ve spent years finding new ways to be unpleasant. So, when I decided to...
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