Through two locked gates, two miles down a gravel road, over the creek (dry, dry, dry) and up a little hill is a house with a room where I work. It looks like this:

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Through two locked gates, two miles down a gravel road, over the creek (dry, dry, dry) and up a little hill is a house with a room where I work. It looks like this:

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