*Deep in the city, there was an old house that looked very out of place. It had a porch with a swing, a lawn and a backyard and was three floors tall. A little boy with a tuft of blonde hair, passes through a small wooden gate, with a big smile on his face. His shoes were dirty and his shorts had holes. He walked to the house, rubbing his soles against a rough mat and went through the door.* Mom, Im home!
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 04:54:06 +0000
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