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Yakimoto Mosely lived with his wife in a duplex down on 2nd street.  They lived separately, each in their own half of the duplex.  No one knew this about Yakimoto and his wife.  When they had visitors, everyone assumed that they owned half and rented the other half.  But that was not true.  The place everyone saw was Yakimoto's half.  Neat, tasteful.  The other half of the duplex was his wife's abode.  His wife, a hoarder, lived in squalor.  Indescribable squalor.  Yakimoto accepted this about his wife.  He loved her and deep down in his bones he knew he could not live without her.  At the same time, he also knew that he could not live with her.

Thus, the duplex.  And the yellow, yucky secret they kept all to themselves.

Up to now.