It is time to go to work
Despite his best efforts, EvilEnglish knew deep down that he would never be able to sell the farmhouse his grandparents had raised their family on. The home was in such a state of disrepair that it seemed ready to fall at any moment. If he wanted to succeed, he would have to get his hands filthy.
EvilEnglish’s thoughts strayed as he rummaged around the home, attempting to get rid of debris. The home had happy memories for him. One in particular caught his attention.