The anonymous author of this declarative sentence speaks to us from the side of a dilapidated brick-and-wood frame structure in southwest Houston that houses, or housed, a dad-and-daughter furniture restoration business of some small local renown. We find our self intrigued by the message, with its fey construction, its unusual legibility and the writer’s obvious command of written English---not to mention its bold, blatant declaration of the unstated desire that underpins all advertising.We could swear that’s a period after the “me,” but maybe it’s just a random glob.
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