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¡¡¡¡One hometown owner in Detroit is intending to exchange his villa for the latest iPhone 6.
¡¡¡¡The owner has dropped the asking price from $ 5,000 to a new iPhone 6 as the owner is desperate to sell before the tax auction (ÅÄÂô) season where ¡°thousands¡± of homes near foreclosure (·¿ÎÝÖ¹ÊêȨ) will flood into the market, a real estate broker (·¿µØ²ú¾­¼ÍÈË) called Larry Else told ABC News.
¡¡¡¡¡°This house is really not worth much at all,¡± Else said. The windows are broken and there is no front door. The broker himself has not been inside the home because his company has a policy of not going in unsecured houses alone. Detroit¡¯s declining fortunes have left its population about a third of what it used to be in its peak, according to the U.S. Census Bureau£¨ÈË¿ÚÆÕ²é°ì¹«ÊÒ£©.
¡¡¡¡Now, the property has accrued (ÍÏÇ·) more than $6,000 in back taxes (ÍËË°¿î) and will enter foreclosure next year if that debt is not settled. So while the owner is asking for an iPhone 6, the true cost of the sale comes from the buyer including the cost of the back taxes.
¡¡¡¡That attracted great interest in the property, as Else said that he received four offers today alone. One woman said she was interested in the house for the wood. Another said that they would be willing to hand over an iPhone 5, and another offered $ 850. But Else hinted that the most liyer is someone who already lives on the bloct in a $ 700 bid£¨³ö¼Û£©, and their familiarity with the area appeared to put them at the head of the pack. He said he expects one of the four offers to wort, and may even confirm the sale tonight.
¡¡¡¡This is not the end of his bartering (ÎïÎï½»»») business, however, as Else said that he¡¯s already gotten another call from a homeowner who has had trouble selling their property.
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¡¡¡¡A. Because the house was too old.
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¡¡¡¡Brad closed the door slowly as Sue left home to visit her mother. Expecting a whole day to relax, he was thinking whether to read the newspaper or watch his favourite TV talk show on his first day off in months. "This will be like a walk in the park," he'd told his wife. "I'll look after the kids, and you can go visit your mom."
¡¡¡¡Things started well, but just after eight o'clock, his three little "good kids"¡ªMike, Randy, and Alex¡ªcame down the stairs in their night clothes and shouted "breakfast, daddy." When food had not appeared within thirty seconds, Randy began using his spoon on Alex's head as if it were a drum. Alex started to shout loudly in time to the beat(½ÚÅÄ). Mike chanted "Where's my toast, where's my toast," in the bacnd. Brad realized his newspaper would have to wait for a few seconds.
¡¡¡¡Life became worse after breakfast. Mike wore Randy's underwear on his head. Randy locked himself in the bathroom, while Alex shouted again because he was going to wet his pants. Nobody could find clean socks, although they were before their very eyes. Someone named "Not Me" had spilled a whole glass of orange juice into the basket of clean clothes. Brad knew the talk show had already started.
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¡¡¡¡Brownie and Spotty were neighbor dogs who met every day to play together. These two loved each other and played together so often that they had worn a path through the grass of the field between their respective houses.
¡¡¡¡One evening, Brownie¡¯s family noticed that Brownie hadn¡¯t returned home. They went looking for him with no success and by the next week he was still missing.
¡¡¡¡Curiously, Spotty showed up at Brownie¡¯s house alone. Barking, whining (°§½Ð) and generally pestering (¾À²ø) Brownie¡¯s human family. Busy with their own lives, they just ignored the nervous little neighbor dog.
¡¡¡¡Continuously,Ted, Brownie¡¯s owner, was disturbed by the angry, determined little dog. Spotty followed Ted about, barking insistently, then rushing toward a nearby empty lot and back, as if to say, ¡°Follow me! It¡¯s urgent!¡±
¡¡¡¡Eventually, Ted followed Spotty to a deserted spot half a mile from the house. There Ted found his beloved Brownie alive, one of his hind legs crushed in a steel leghold trap. Horrified, Ted now wished he¡¯d taken Spotty¡¯s earlier appeals seriously. Then Ted noticed something quite remarkable.
¡¡¡¡Spotty had done more than simply led Brownie¡¯s human owner to his trapped friend. In a circle around the injured dog, Ted found an array of dog food and table scraps which were later identified as the remains of every meal Spotty had been fed that week!