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The house where we lived. It took Louise and I a while to find the entrance to the subdivision. Old
landmarks like the 7-Eleven and Burger King seem completely erased, as if they never existed. Once
we found it, I had the layout perfectly in my head, except the scale was way off. We nearly drove past
Putnam Road; it came up so quickly. The street itself seemed narrow, and the backyards which once held
football games no longer appeared long enough to bother with a game of catch. The house, other than
a coat of grey paint and burgundy shutters where my father had preferred white and black, and a few
new shrubs, has changed not at all. My room is second from the right on the second floor. And we
never had a basketball hoop. Although at least adequate in nearly all sports, I was always a hack at
basketball. Even later in New Hampshire, where we did have a basketball hoop, it was for my sister
Louise.
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