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Finding mom
The entire ground floor of the house was a complete mess, like a small hurricane just made its way through. The sight made Stacy even more anxious about the entire situation with her father. “Mother, mom? where are you?” Stacy continued her yelling until she finally reached the top of the stairs. And there she saw it. On the bed of her parent’s bedroom sat Stacy’s mother. She was crying and staring at a picture.
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