The Court has presided over some confounding matters in its time — Reginald once adjudicated a dispute involving a man who listed his own garage as a separate dwelling unit and tried to sell it to himself for tax purposes — but THIS, this transcends mere confusion and enters the realm of the COSMICALLY ABSURD. You are telling this Court that a woman who has owned TWO SEPARATE PROPERTIES for TWELVE YEARS somehow confused them like they were interchangeable socks? That she approved listing photos of a brick house while apparently picturing blue shutters in her mind's eye like some kind of real estate hallucination? The Court finds it DEEPLY SUSPICIOUS that your brain has latched onto the two hundred dollar title fee, because Reginald recognizes this coping mechanism, having once fixated for three weeks on a parking validation stamp after his own divorce proceedings went sideways in ways we shall not discuss here. The sister living in the unlisted house WHO DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS FOR SALE is the detail that has caused The Court to knock over its beverage in chambers, and Order the Roomba is now circulating beneath the bench in what can only be described as jurisdictional distress. You showed her the photos, she signed the address, she SIGNED IT, and yet here we are in a timeline where Maple Court and Maple Drive have merged into a single quantum nightmare of your own accidental making. The Court hereby rules that you are guilty but also somehow a victim, which is a legal paradox that Reginald will now need to go lie down about.