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A Place Called Home.....
I stared out my glissining bedroom window wet from the rain on the second floor looking down on the kids playing in the puddles. My father and I moved to Cinncinati, Ohio after my mother deseased of lung cancer. She lived on kemo for a while but she just couldn't take the pain of liveing any longer. We had her cremated and her ashes were poured into a beautiful urn that now sits on her old oak stand she kept by her marron love seat that she cherised so much. After mother died we sold almost all of here possestions to friends and family in order to pay for the morgage on our new Cinncinati home. Now my father isn't the best cook in the world. You can acualy call him a cooking virgan, so iv been cooking for him and myself, but when im with my bestie, Skylar, he usualy just goes out with the cute clerk from Starbucks.

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