Leaving My Treehouse
I was about to move house. I went out to look at my treehouse for one last time. Memories reflected on me. I climbed up the tree house's rickety rope ladder and opened the creaky door. Inside was a ripped up teddy
I was about to move house. I went out to look at my treehouse for one last time. Memories reflected on me. I climbed up the tree house's rickety rope ladder and opened the creaky door. Inside was a ripped up teddy
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