When I was a kid, I lived on Water Street from the time that I was born until second grade. Priscilla, my mom's friend, was the nice lady that lived down the street from us. I remember always going over there, looking at her odd collection of indian paintings and sculptures. I even remember her making me chocolate milk and teaching me to use an
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*walks away... into wall*
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