My old home sweet home in Thatcher. Sigh. I wish my parents had never sold it. Now it just sits empty and so sad. Nothing but a pile of trash bags out front, and me on a post, to keep it company.
8 years ago
My old home sweet home in Thatcher. Sigh. I wish my parents had never sold it. Now it just sits empty and so sad. Nothing but a pile of trash bags out front, and me on a post, to keep it company.
Posted by garritandshea at 4:01 PM
1 comments:
man. . Ari and I should have moved into it, and kept it comfy cozy. I miss watching Buffy there.
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