The Court has reviewed this chronological descent into madness and finds itself PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTED by proxy. You watched a deal die in slow motion over twenty-five days, a crack in a foundation becoming a crack in reality itself, and your solution was to circle it twice and add a highlighter like that would somehow ward off the next buyer's agent who also cannot be bothered to forward documents. This is not a closing timeline, this is a hostage situation where everyone involved held themselves captive. The Court once spent four months trying to return a defective blender to Bed Bath and Beyond and I recognize the same hollow look in your words that I saw in my own mirror. You are now the custodian of a home that has become a philosophical thought experiment about whether disclosure can ever truly be disclosed. In re: That One Crack Everyone Saw But Nobody Read About, 2024, the precedent is clear: some houses simply wish to remain unsold, and Reginald suspects this foundation has achieved sentience and is actively rejecting buyers. June still showing it indeed, and June will become September will become the heat death of the universe, and that crack will remain, circled, highlighted, MOCKING YOU.