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I invited my parents to spend the first Christmas in my new house, but they turned me down. Mom said, “Brooke needs groceries and help around her apartment,” so I simply replied, “No worries.” The next morning, our longtime neighbor Mrs. Carter called my mother and said excitedly, “I saw Miranda’s house last night. It’s absolutely beautiful. Why weren’t you there?” After a long silence, Mom asked, “Where did you see her house?” Mrs. Carter paused. “Wait… you really don’t know?”