Talking about the move

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When i was done showering and was dressed I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where my mom was making coffee. "Where are the boxes?" I asked. "There are some outside in the moving truck." My mom said. I groaned. "Why are we moving in the first place? Is it because of dad?" I asked. She didn't reply. "I knew it." I said to myself. My mom and dad got divorced recently this year and ever since then my mom has been acting differently. I thought to myself. I shook my head then walked outside where I came face-to-face with the moving truck. I walked around it and pulled up the door and grabbed three boxes. Then I pulled the door back down and walked inside. I walked upstairs and into my room I started putting my clothes and shoes into the boxes. When they were all full I walked downstairs and outside to get more boxes.

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