Once upon a time, in the quiet suburbs of Sweetwater, Georgia, a peculiar sight began to draw the attention of the neighborhood. Every day, without fail, old Jerry Johnson, a retired engineer and arguably the most reclusive resident, would wheel home four or five wooden pallets on a handcart. One by one, the count grew, arousing curiosity, concern and a certain level of gossip within his neighborhood. “Is Jerry hoarding?” they muttered. The whispers grew louder but alas! They knew not of what Jerry had in mind. It was only when his project began to take shape that the horizons of their understanding started to expand.
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