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I watched Jake grow, he was so kind, so sweet. He would help raise cory, as if he was his own child. I would stay in the basement for most days at a time unless I was being forced out by Jake. I was upstairs once with Jake and cory running around in the living room, cory ran into the garage and there was a loud crash. Jake was fast asleep, and Alex wasn't home. I ran to the garage and cory had knocked over two cans of paint, the paint had gotten on jakes car,
"I'm sorry" cory said
"oh no its fine, its just, neon yellow paint on a black car" harry said
"we can clean it right?"
"yes we can, its kinda all over the car, and the car is also very dirty, so how about we clean it for Jake"
"clean it?"
"yeah well wash the car, and well have to do the car and the garage, but it'll be fine, you know what just get into your togs and meet me outside," cory ran off and upstairs and I drove the car onto the driveway. I then cleaned up the paint that spilled on the garage floor as best as I could with the pressure washer. Then cory ran downstairs in his togs, then out the front door and ran up to me and stopped.
"IM READY" he yelled
"ok let's go," me and cory cleaned jakes car, cory would sit in a hug storage container I filled with water and laughing whenever he felt the small mist of the pressure washer. Afterwards cory went upstairs and got out of his togs, I went upstairs and drew him a bath, I then went back downstairs and drove the car back into the garage. But something caught my eye. It was a long, stiff, rope. 

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