A Completely Fictional Story..
“Are you sure you want to continue with the demolition, Missus Mayor?” Foreman George asked nervously, in his southern twang. He transplanted to this sleepy town a few years ago and even he knew of this place’s significance to the town folks.
With her hands at her waist, the mayor gazed at the building. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to see this place demolished. It was her hang-out spot in her pasttime, sipping milkshakes with her friends while gossiping about boys.
Unfortunately, after the owner passed, this place was placed into the city’s care. She sighed, “Yes, I’m sure.”
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This is Another Story 
Perhaps, they could dedicate a new building to to the previous owner.
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You used the name “Foreman George.” Was that a reference to the former boxer George Foreman?
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Maybe or maybe the name George was the name at the top of my head. 😉
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Buildings can have an emotional hold on us. Memories are associated with them, and it’s sad when they go. Her sigh as she agrees to let go is telling.
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I don’t think she wanted to let it go.
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She did her duty.
Many in the town like her must surely have an emotional attachment with the place. It should be converted to a museum or heritage property.
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I agree. I don’t know why she didn’t think of that.
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So sad to see the memories go… I wish they could have saved it!
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