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Big Lake by Madison C.
That morning I woke up almost hitting my head, hearing the babies crying seeing my mom, my brother on the bed dad on the couch already up. Get out of my bunk bed heading out of our small room. Mon asking me if I want some orange juice, handing it to me. The loud click clacking of the dogs feet. Do, Lucy and Olie. Hearing the dogs food going into their dishes. I feel like a Derogisch. |