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I was sneaking out of my house and I knew just the right
time to do it too. Right when my mom was in the bathroom and my dad was
watching the T.V. I know this stuff even though i haven’t been home in a while.
It’s kind of surprising actually. I've been away at goddamn boarding schools but
I still remember the little things, like the smell of our living room or the
sleeping habits of my family. Sometimes I'll forget something, but usually I remember
allot. It’s only the little things that get me. The point is that I know my
home. Even when I’ve been away from home for so long or when I want to get
away, home is still home i guess. Truth is I’m a little bit relieved to be home
instead of at that crummy hotel. Even if my father will goddamn kill me if he
finds out I’ve been expelled again.

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