This is the door to the house I grew up in. It's had years of abuse.
I don't know why we have so many resin chairs. We don't have enough bums to fill them all.
My parents bought a new house. This is their light fixture.
We all ate sandwiches. This is my momma.
And this is my papa.
This is my favorite room in the house, the upstairs bathroom. The ceiling is slanted and everything is wood.
I accidentally set off the camera.
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