When I walked into the kitchen on Tuesday morning I smelled water. Odd that it has a smell, but it is distinct. My heart sunk. I opened the counter under the sink and reached in. Years ago, I put a plastic container underneath the plumbing – on the off chance that there might one day be a leak. It was half full of water. I was relieved, until I looked closer. The reason it was only half full was that the cabinet floor had collapse...
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