Our grandmother would pull out the green box where she kept the letters and photos she treasured.
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Pretty Julie is gone
When I was 15, my parents moved us to my 8th home. My parents stayed their for 34 years, so our neighbors became a part of our lives. For a period of time, our closest friends were our neighbors up the street. My sister, Mary, gained a best friend in Theresa, and our family gained … Continue reading Pretty Julie is gone