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[66] Does My Brother Kiss My Mother With That Mouth?

When I had been young, the house had always looked ugly to me.

I spent my youth living next to a trailer park. Our house just a few steps away from the dump. It was inside a gated compound filled with the same horrible white houses with the graying picket fences.

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