The past four days, plus one!

Light blanketing the side of a house.
Fifty degrees, or what feels like it.
The soft, steady rumble of skateboard on street pavement.
"Spring is coming," said in a hushed tone, barely a whisper.

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RAAAAAAAAAAAAGHL.

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How did they get in the attic?

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Which ones belong to him?


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