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My Life


I am from dead leaves on oak trees to green grass covered with trash. I am from chimingchas every Sunday to hearing "Hey! Go hit the hay!" I am from home sweet home to grandma's house. From kibble to dog, from cheese to mouse. I am from playing with my cousins and playing with my dog to going under the deck to find a frog. I am from the photo albums in my aunt's room where my friends and family and pets with paws are all together and stuck, still paused. That is where memories are kept forever.
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