When I was a little girl, we would go visit that house on Hill Street where my Great Grandparents lived and after enough time talking to them, we kids would slip upstairs, yes, these very stairs these crazy relatives are standing on, and take a right into a cozy little bedroom with a nice fluffy bed with pillows, and a dresser with a glass container full of marbles and peeries, and a nice sized box on the floor full of the most over-read comics on the planet.
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Safety in the Fall 