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The phone rang, shattering the fragile peace of the morning. It was his mother, calling about a family gathering. Michael already had a full plate. His business was struggling, and his partner had just announced he was leaving. He needed to avoid any more complications. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and answered. Then, the crash. He looked out and found that Mrs. Gable's ancient willow had finally given way. It had fallen onto her garage and his property line. He felt an unwelcome wave of nausea.