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Someday I’m going to sit in the rocking chair I begged my mom to throw away because it was old and ugly and I’m going to be thankful that I’m moving. That scares me.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
My Dad Has Cancer
Someday I’m going to sit in the rocking chair I begged my mom to throw away because it was old and ugly and I’m going to be thankful that I’m moving. That scares me.
kalena-leone
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
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