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Mar 2014
I heard they're closing the road that used to connect our houses. The one that crossed over the railroad tracks, remember? 6 am every morning. I always got so excited to see it. So many times spent walking those tracks. May 27th. No more of those. It's not even my house anymore. God knows I'm not welcome at yours.
Hannah Green
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   Meteo and Valerie Weisbeck
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