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It was a rainy Sunday afternoon as we ran down the street. "Why did we do this?", I asked Bill. He coughed and breathed heavily. "It was fun, remember?", he said. We kept on running. The sweat was pouring down my back. It was about to get dark as we reached the house. It was an old brick building and a former factory for clay dolls. We've been living there for 10 years and I didn't know anything else. And I didn't want to. I loved the house. In this moment, the sky started to break apart...

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