“Whaaaaat!!!! You didn’t get him! You got the side of his house!” we shriek. I was nervous and shaking! I was afraid to see his thing! (Jacee is not Catholic but she’s afraid to go to hell too)
“Now what do we do? We have no proof! We’re doomed. He’s going to be a perv every [...]

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I’m rummaging in the hated basement. I’m going through those same boxes again. I’ve realized that when I leave, I can’t take everything with me, so I’m salvaging the things I can’t bear to part with. I do know that I’ll have to take the bus and walk to the train station. I have a [...]

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