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My mom, dad, and Darian came to pick us both up.
Ryland drove the car to his house, with me in the passenger seat, and my parents in the back.
He drove, because they didn't know where his house was.
He went in, and we helped him grab all of his stuff.
He was so much clothes!
He took most of the boxes, I took a few, but my dad took about one-third of the boxes
The house was just for rent, so it wasn't hard to get it to sell.
He had already let his realtor know.
We drove to the airport, and got on our flight.
Our flight was 3 and a half hours long.
I got the window seat, Ryland was in the middle, and my mamma was on the outside.
Ryland was holding my hand, like most times.
This time, I was a lot faster, without the oxygen tank.
We all grinned all the way back to home.

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