Daniel

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  1. Our home was torture, our home was a battle felid, our home was a death trap and our home is like mental hospital. My sister and I were treated like dogs that had no home. We were forced to do jobs if we were tired or sick and to sit in the rain for our parents laughter. We had to do homework when we weren't suppose to do and we had to sit in the corner when we do something happy. If you're friends with us and you came to our house for a fun time you will never leave and you probably DIE.

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  2. Wow, I don't think I'd like to visit then....
    Take care to reread your work Daniel, you have left out a lot of the little words. Time you got the ' Your and you're ' sorted my lad.

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