Nestled snugly between the B, C, and D lines, home suddenly is a happy place where eggs are made in the morning and Paper Mario is played. Last night was the first big social event, and I remember quite distinctly when it turned from a gathering into a party. Very satisfying. The transition into independent living has its rougher edges, but I'd
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Many more nights like that to come. It feels good.
(My Mother's name is Rosalia).
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YOU'RE NOW A YEAR OLDER THAN YOU WERE A YEAR AGO!
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