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Eloise shook her head to clear it of the song, but she couldn’t clear it of her guilt. Andrew, pain that he sometimes was, had helped in the past with the twins. Continue reading
Apparently, freedom and finding a place of his own and away from the family after he graduated high school was not in the cards for Andrew; he wasn’t able to land a high-enough paying job to rent a single apartment or even a room in a elderly widow’s basement, he had no friends to go in together on housing because he had no friends, nor did he have funds for school. Continue reading
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