every time I never spoke.

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something about that house makes my heart warm.

maybe its from visiting every summer when i was younger.

or from the two years we lived there and drove my grandpa crazy being wild children.

i still remember waking up to my grandma putting a blanket fresh out of the dryer on me.

and the times we ran in the forrest behind their house chasing deer.