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A steep, crumbly driveway that has no curve sits at the end of a court During the spring, flowers bloom. When winter comes around, packy snow tumbles off all the houses. You walk inside to a nice, cozy hug. The scented candles fill your nose with flowery smells. A gleam of sin peaks through a window and lays on the wooden steps. You find old fuzzy slippers. This is your home.