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Well, we used to live in the house next door and we had all this property so then we built another house right next to it. My grandma lives in the house next to me and she's cool as hell. On the occasion, she brings over some good food that she made. I live at the end of a dead end street and I pretty much don't like any of my other neighbors. They've called the cops several on my brother and I for a)driving too fast. b) the car being too loud or c)even when we just have a few people over. They still call my mom and complain about my driving or my brother's and now it's my boyfriend's car too. I guess you can say that most of them are pretty stuck up and my parents are the only people on my street to have gotten a divorce. So when my dad was packing up, it was all the gossip. Now we're the weirdos or something.
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