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Ryan Court wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Even with the room’s three windows open to generate a breeze, the mid-day summer heat turned the space into an oven. Two hours ago he ditched his shirt, and, despite his belt, he had to keep pulling up his jeans. He laid down his pencil, taking a step back from his work. The room didn’t look any better than when he started, though he’d pulled out all the rotten wood and water stained drywall. The floor still required a great deal of work and the windows needed refitting, and that was just in the one room. Plucking a bottle of water from the dusty floor, he began to wonder if he’d made the right call in buying the place. He had done a few other fixer-uppers in his life, but this one was proving to be quite the demandin
