I used to live in a one bedroom guest house in Stockbridge Ga. with my sisters and step-mom. It was cold and crowded and kinda smelled funny. For obvious reasons I would spend a lot of my time in the main house with the family kind enough to let us stay with them. Their son who was thankfully my age would play music in the afternoons that we didn't
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