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Home {For sale}

Each memory was like a sharp knife, slashing my emotions and letting the innards spill out. I was struck by an overwhelming wave of pain so nauseating I had to grip the car door to avoid passing out. I started screaming, almost inaudibly at first, then louder and louder and then for the life of me I couldn't make myself stop. I remember Nana rushed out of the mansion calling my name. She held me and stroked my hair, comforting me in Spanish as I screamed until my voice became hoarse. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go home.