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Chapter 17-Moving Day
(Giada) My blurry gaze glided across my room, seeing my two suitcases on the bed making everything feel so bitter-sweet as my heart started to ache..it's funny..this place has been like a prison for me for the past three months, and yet now I feel scared to leave it. I had never lived alone..well, I mean, technically I still won't be but my dad offered to let me stay at the guest house that they had on the property for a few weeks. It was actually pretty isolated and further away from the main house and was mostly used for friends or relatives visiting from out of state. I just felt awkward staying with my dad and his wife Marsha. She was only six years older than me..the same age as my brother and we haven't really bonded much. Yeah..my dad definitely had a type..after Mom died, he j
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