Your little brother holds your hand as you listen to music. His tiny fingers intertwined with yours. You cross the hallway not noticing your mother talking to the new neighbour. Your little brother tugs gently on your arm. You look at him as he looks up at you from those little messy curls and points to mother. You see your teacher, leaning against the door frame with a smug expression. Richard is our new neighbour. He will be staying for dinner. mother says. Your jaw drops
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