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Outside the door the wind howls, sounding a lot like a wolf. I look at my younger sister. She brushes a strand of brown hair out of her eyes. Her eyes never stop moving, trying to look everywhere at once. I lean on the wall and take in the house's condition. It wasn't built very long ago, but no one's been living in it. The house is empty. The moving van is coming later, though we did already bring some things...


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