my dad told me that we were moving on my eighth grade
year and i was happy i could not wait till we would finally moved
he stopped talking about it then one day he took me and tony
out to dinner and he took us to a weird place in the bottoms and
he had the key he opened the door and said this is your new home
and from that point on me and my brother had a good house that
was not cluttered with a lot of stuff.
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