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Jan 2014
A perfect little house on a hill with a little red mailbox
The house that I never had
Two stories not one
A big oak tree in front with a tire swing that swings in the breeze
A big white house
The one I’ve never had, the one I’ve always wanted, the one I’ll never get.
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
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