'Growing pains'

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I think we're alone now.
The curtains are drawn.
The keys to our new house are on the second-hand coffee table.
It's so quiet, it's more eerie than peaceful.
I don't recognise the neighbours voices.
I've forgotten our street name already.
I don't know the owner of the corner shop.
Is this what 'home' feels like?

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