If home was a smell
If home was a smell it would be my sister making a fresh cookies. If home was a touch it would be me grabbing my hockey stick. If home was a taste it would be me drinking hot chocolate. If home was a sight it would be a dog running laps around my backyard. At my house I hear my sisters screaming.
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