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on November 21, 2008

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Here's what I remember about living with the Cherneys. I remember the big house, the red, cold tile floor, the thick oak table, the courtyard with the fountain. I remember that there were steps in the house, and you had to step down into the living room. I remember the pool and the eucalyptus grove on the hill above. I remember the big fields below the house that rolled down the long hill toward the barn, where Seth had his lair. I remember the breezeway between the houses, the long gravel driveway down the hill, the fences and foliage, the Spanish tile and wrought iron door latches that you worked with your thumb instead of turning a knob. I remember the way the bedrooms around the courtyard were connected to one another by bathrooms which were also hallways, the sink and mirrors on one side of the small passageway, and a pocket door on the other side, which opened into a smaller, private space with the toilet and shower. I remember the bunkbed where I slept below Nick. I remember

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