So, Our Next Door Neighbors
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Were in this thing called Parents Without Partners.
Then they moved away.
I can't remember the son,
but I was always kinda paired with the daughter.
When we were like 11.
I wish I could remember her name.
Maybe I will someday.
She had a horse out back.
Now it's all built up over dere.
Not then.
On the way out the door,
They sold us the shop.
The bad rugs.
The Raleighs.
Peugeots.
Mom would ride me for not fixing a tire fast enough.
But I was doing it.
You are free to fix my tires at any point now.