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It was a long road, when I first saw it, going by the new house and past fields and telephone poles. There wasn't a sound except for the closing of the car doors, and my Ma and brother calling me to come inside and see where we're living. It was a strange thing to climb those three steps to the porch, because I still remember that color gray and how they tilted and creaked, like boards of the deck of a fishing boat.
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