story time.
Feb. 12th, 2012 08:52 pmFor the longest time I've had this childhood memory that I couldn't really place. I don't remember how old I was, probably around five or so, and we were living at the "yellow house". We've always called it the yellow house because that's what it was, with the result that I have no idea where it was. I always have to ask, because it's nothing but the yellow house in my mind.
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