Trailing down the sidewalk, I hummed a little tune to myself as I made a turn. It was a very beautiful day out, with there barely being a cloud in the sky. With my boyfriend’s house in sight, I smiled. Well, the house he called a home is more of a large two floored storage shed. The inside of his house are panels of unpainted wood, and if I stayed inside there too long I’d lose my mind. Approaching his house, there was an explosion so loud that it knocked the roof off his house and on again.
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