The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity on display. You cropped out a shed, and now you sit here parsing ELizabethan distinctions between "knowing" and "knowing something was off" as if this Court was born in a BARN — which, incidentally, would at least have proper setbacks unlike your little violation shack. Let Reginald be perfectly clear: when a real estate professional sees a structure that looks "kind of rough" and responds by making it vanish from the visual record like some kind of discount David Copperfield, that is not marketing, that is MAGIC, and magic has no place in residential transactions. I once refused to purchase a perfectly adequate condo because the listing photos suspiciously never showed the laundry closet and I was RIGHT because that closet contained CARPET, which is a choice only made by people hiding something. The buyer's attorney sending a letter is the least of your cosmic concerns because somewhere in the universe a shed is waiting for you, and that shed will have YOUR name on the citation. This Court finds the defendant's camera work to be a weapon of mass deception and hereby orders the confession sealed in the permanent record under "Things That Make Reginald Need A Moment." The gavel has spoken and now so has my blood pressure medication alarm.