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He saw the yacht, that was it. Mark had been struggling with a broken boiler all winter. He was getting by on ramen noodles. Meanwhile, Mr. Abernathy was sailing on a yacht. The man hadn't even offered to help carry his groceries. Mark's fists clenched.

His actions became increasingly brazen. First, he “accidentally” kicked Mr. Abernathy’s trash can over in the middle of the night. The following night, he let his sprinklers run all night, soaking the man’s prized rose bushes.

He started parking his old truck in front of the man's driveway, blocking access. Small inconveniences, but each one filled him with a strange satisfaction.

He watched Mr. Abernathy’s increasingly frustrated attempts to remedy the issues, a cold smile spreading across his lips.