The last house we rented in Los Angeles had belonged to a gentleman called George, who had died at home at 100 years old, after living in the same house since he was a young man, and raising his son there as a single dad. We felt like we got to know George pretty well, as the garage - which for some reason always becomes our favourite part of any house…
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