I'm 7, and for some reason I've been sent to drop off the check to our landlord at the Trailer Park. My younger sister (age 3) wants to join me.
"Mooom, Tell Kim she has to stay here" I whine.
"Jessica, just take her along, but don't let her climb the stairs."
You see, the landlord's office is in the third story of this barn looking thing. Which
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