The roof leaks, the floor creaks
and there’s a terrible draft. I still call this place home though and there
isn’t anything else that can replace it. It’s not much but it’s really all I
have. People may think it’s just a hole in the cursed earth, but after you get
around the rough exterior its not too bad of a place. It’s hard to have a place feel like home after
what has happened, but the little things are what make it special. Sleeping
under Ol’ Glory every night just feels right. Also having my own bed to sleep
in at night is a luxury.
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| Home Sweet Home |
I
feel safe in these walls. It’s as if I think no one will ever find the place. I
keep the door padlocked, but that wont to stop a tweaked out bandit from
ripping the door to shreds. That’s why I’ve rigged the place with traps. Sure
it’s like playing twister on the way in, but at least one trap will get
triggered and that should be enough.
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