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When I moved out of my parents house almost two years ago, all I took was a bag of clothes. I didn't plan on moving out, I just couldn't put up with my crack head sister, Amanda, anymore. (Seriously, she is a crack head. Right now she is about five months pregnant and she has fresh track marks that could lead for days.) I just planned on staying a couple of weeks with my other sister, Brandy, until Amanda and her husband got their own place. As the story goes, I moved in with Aaron, only having my garbage bag full of clothes. I never got the rest of my stuff, so eventually Mom boxed it up and put it in a room upstairs. Now she wants me to go through it all, take what I want, and trash the rest. Obviously, I have no need for any of it or I would have at least went back for it. I like knowing it's in a safe place and I don't have the heart to trash it.