Packing the bags.

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Me, my sister, mum and dad were moving out of our beloved house. My childhood house, I guess we couldn't live there for ever but I will miss it ALOT. So I started packing, and cold tears were running down my warm cheeks, I thought: Im sorry, I dont want to leave but I dont have a choice, You see I believe that in every house there lives a spirit and I became friends with my beloved spirit in my house and now I felt that I was abandoning my best friend that I told everything, always the only soul that I trusted and now it will be taken away from me.....

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