It was the year 2014, and I was 11 years old. My family (my dad, stepmom, and three biological siblings and three step-siblings) had recently moved from Alaska to Washington State and moved into what we call the "Blue House" because it was painted a dark, navy blue. I don't remember when the first h...
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