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  • The first thought that popped into my head after hearing the two words "Thank you" was a Thanksgiving dinner.

    I envision a red room, red table cloth, and being pretty cramped fitting a dining table and shelves with decorations on them. This is what my old house was like.

    Also, my hand, even after only a couple minutes worth of writing (originally written on pencil and paper), hurts. My old house did not have a cramped dining room, yet, although not a large house either, was an open room.

    And the red is true -I remember my mom telling the story of her announcement to her friends that she'd be painting the room a dark red. Her friends cried, "What? You're crazy!". However, it turned out excellent. < i>An iconic piece amongst friends, and lasted until the day we moved.

    Now the house is different and the region -well, it's not just right yet. We can't paint the rooms since we currently rent our house, therefore...

    we most likely will not be seeing that red room again in a while.
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