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The email pinged. It was from the contractor. Construction started next week. Michael let out a whoop, startling the cat. A fence! He'd been battling the neighbor’s kids and their rogue football for months.

He immediately called his wife, his voice buzzing with excitement. "Honey, guess what? We're finally getting that fence!" He could hear her delighted squeal on the other end.

He grabbed a cold beer and went out onto the patio, already visualizing the transformation. The fence meant privacy, safety, and a barrier against the constant chaos. A quiet evening with a book and a glass of wine finally beckoned. He almost felt a physical lightness.