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I had just moved in next door, subrian hell, I had to move in with my dad because I flunked out of college while living with my mom. Though I loved it in Florida, I didn't want to leave, it really didn't seem fair; but since when is life fair? It was a nice little house, two stories; my room was upstairs, I loved it because the window lead out to the roof to a side to where I could sit outside. It almost connected to the house next door, possibly a foot or more from the neighbor's window. I didn't care, when I sat outside I'm dressed in my headphones and a nose in a book, maybe on my laptop if it has enough battery life. Our internet sucks so