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The Village

Part 1

By Robbie BalePublished about a year ago 1 min read
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The Village
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The village was my home. Tawny Village to be exact. My childhood apartment complex buildings. But we called it the Village. I have plenty of vivid memories. Good times and bad times.

But I mostly remember good. Specifically playing outside with Ricky. One day, we were outside. Throwing the football and such. It was kinda hot out. We didn't really care though.

We also climbed the trees. As kids, we were invincible. No one could stop us. Well other than our parents. Our mom called us in. End of a good day. Boutta eat good tonight though. Okay let's go inside now.

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