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___my youtube__... My novel 2004.. My novel 2006.. My novel 2008.. (diaryland) August 20, 2012 - 10:12 a.m. I fucking love my new house. And by new house, I mean my 1960s motel-looking edifice. The front facade reminds me of being one of three hot sticky children bickering in the back of a station wagon, pulling into another two-star motel in another country town. So there's that. Then there's the way the house grew every time we put something in it. I was super worried nothing would fit because it just seemed so tiny. But nope, it's kinda small, but better laid out that the old place. Two dogs and a cat live at my new block of units. They're fluffy. The old place now looks like a squat. There's rubbish and gas masks on the floor. I wish that chapter was already over. A lot of sort sentences there, baby.
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