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My mom then usually would call me down to the basement. I would get down to that room and usually find my mom smiling. We talked for a bit, and then we ate some sandwiches she had made. This was the life.
My father was a construction worker. It was a really good job. He supplied the money since my mom was jobless. He was paid pretty well. That is how we could afford our stuff. Did I forget to mention we lived down a long path in the woods? No neighbors, but still close enough to the
Anyway, let's get back to the original story. After the sandwiches, we would go to a room in the basement with muffled screams. You see, my mom would pick up people in the soup kitchen, telling them she would drop them off at their house. Instead, she'd bring them to our place and tie them down. That's why we needed to be in the woods. No unexpected guests.
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