the house that brought us together
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Never in a million years would I ever think that someone loves me because of the way live and how I live in the house I live in nothing anyone would find me I was in foster care, I live in this raggedy house but probably should be a health hazard for some people but he found me he took me out of this place and I am really happy to say that this is the house that brought us together
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