Escape World Peace (Part 4, page 2 of 17)


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Part 4

Walking up the crack infested sidewalk, I pulled the house key out of my pocket. It was strange seeing the house like this. My uncle always kept the yard and the house so neat. He wrote to me a number of times when I was in college and after I had started my job. The last letter, he sent a few months ago, said that he was moving out of the house. The memories were too much for him and it was time for him to start a new chapter in his life. Enclosed was the key to the house and a note that said my parents wanted me to have this house when I was old enough.

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