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Short but gloomy;

       The drive to Nanny's is quiet. No one makes a peep, not with the way my dad is acting. Every once and a while he swerves and almost hits a car. When that happens me and my sister bite our tongues so we don't yell out in distress. 

       We make it there, all of us in one piece, barely. We walk in to find something... devastating. There's no one home. They're always home. Always fighting, making noise. Instead, I hear soft whimpering coming from upstairs. We tiptoe to the top and see... Nanny. Not only nanny but nanny on her knees. Her husband by her side, lifeless. She sobs as we run over to her, she pushes us away and yells at us to call an ambulance. My poppy shot himself.

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