I passed by my old house the other day. The gate's down, broken and rusty, the grass is dead, and there's a yellow, American car actually parked in the driveway.
When I lived there, the gate was always up, the yard was always green, and it was always too risky to park outside. Besides the asshole neighbor I had, I miss it a lot. We had a chicken and a rooster and I remember my mom took their eggs and fried them all and we ended up having a chick 'cause she didn't spot that one. Haha. Yeah yeah.
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