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I woke up standing in the backyard of the house I lived in when I was fourteen. I was looking up at the window where my brothers and I shared a bedroom. I don’t know why I expected the light to be on. I hadn’t lived there in forty-five years. The two-story house, the red brick facade, the garage with a staircase and attic, the tall maple trees, the hedges surrounding the backyard, everything about the yard and house was as I remembered it. I was looking up, waiting for the light to come on. The air felt cool on my face. It must have been a summer evening. I wish I hadn’t taken the twenty-dollar bill that I found in the top drawer of my parent’s dresser.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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I woke up standing in the backyard of the house I lived in when I was fourteen. I was looking up at the window where my brothers and I shared a bedroom. I don’t know why I expected the light to be on. I hadn’t lived there in forty-five years. The two-story house, the red brick facade, the garage with a staircase and attic, the tall maple trees, the hedges surrounding the backyard, everything about the yard and house was as I remembered it. I was looking up, waiting for the light to come on. The air felt cool on my face. It must have been a summer evening. I wish I hadn’t taken the twenty-dollar bill that I found in the top drawer of my parent’s dresser.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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