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Thanks to everyone who sent us stories about the first place you lived on your own. We all remember it. Most likely we were teenagers without much experience at anything, especially paying rent and utilities or dealing with roommates and neighbors. Mine was a cement-block bunker in a trailer park at the beach. Another busboy and I shared the single room with our surfboards. If the outdoor light was on when one of us came home, we knew not to go inside. – Michael E.C. Gery |
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