Sara had stuck the newspaper advertisement to the refrigerator door with the magnet from the gas station down the road. They had other magnets, but they were in the boxes that had never gotten unpacked. She read the contest rules again and sighed.
When they had moved to a small town, the idea was that they were escaping the stress. They wanted to get away from the hustle and just exist for a little while. No more pre-ordering coffee online so they could skip the line, no more expensive rent that dented every paycheck they pooled, no more small businesses run into the ground by chains popping up next door. Lachlan had suggested a small town near where he grew up, and Sara had loved it. The sting of her closed bakery fresh in their minds, the two had packed up and moved on.
this is the houses in the neighborhood
this is Sara house
this is sara puting the nes papaer on the frigid and her best friendLachlan