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You're a Boots Person, Aren't You?

I'm not good at closing doors quietly. So much so that my father made a sign to remind me. It says: Shh! Quiet Please! in blue magic marker. It's not that he's trying to stifle me, he's just sleeping. My mother told me that she had to realign the door frames after I moved out, as they had grown used to my proclivity for slamming.
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Jan 27, 2015
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November 2014

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#noise#home#leaving#loud#boots#stomping
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