My fourth castle was a trailer purchased from a friend of my brother-in-law for twenty-one hundred bucks (five hundred down). It was in an unkempt, crime-and-rat-infested park, but it wasn't until years later— after a fire— that I moved it to more-upscale Saxony. Still I was worried that someone might do a one-legger down the hole in the bathroom floor.
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