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s the girls ambled along the trail toward their destination, they decided to stop and look at the beautiful green grass. They were thinking it was a beautiful place. They resumed their trek toward another house and hoped for nice people to meet.
“I hope the people in this last house are friendlier than the last house. I thought for a while they would eat us,” Carbo laughed.
“I’m sure this house will be better. We need to think positive. This may be the place to find information about finding Mama,” Gin smiled hoping that was true. She was ready to see her mom’s sweet face. She also needed to stop worrying.
“I think I see our destination, ladies.” They turned their heads in the direction Angel was looking. What they saw was not to be believed. The house had to be a few hundred years
