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A part of growing up
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. Every crack is a reminder
of what used to be. The clouds on the wall from all the nights I pondered. I can still hear the...
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. Every crack is a reminder
of what used to be. The clouds on the wall from all the nights I pondered. I can still hear the...
