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| - My name is Grace, I am thirty years old. I had moved into this house a couple of days ago, I used to live in the city, until my husband was killed in a major car crash a month before my daughter was born, so now I have to raise my her alone. I moved to the countryside. I love it here, I grew up on a farm as a child, so I wanted my daughter (Who is now six.) to grow up in the same environment as I did. I bought a two story, three bedroom, two bathroom, 19th century house in the middle of a secluded field where I plan to grow vegetables and raise cattle.
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| - My name is Grace, I am thirty years old. I had moved into this house a couple of days ago, I used to live in the city, until my husband was killed in a major car crash a month before my daughter was born, so now I have to raise my her alone. I moved to the countryside. I love it here, I grew up on a farm as a child, so I wanted my daughter (Who is now six.) to grow up in the same environment as I did. I bought a two story, three bedroom, two bathroom, 19th century house in the middle of a secluded field where I plan to grow vegetables and raise cattle. The house isn't exactly in good condition though, the white paint on the outside of the house is flaky and has moss growing all over it, but I will fix these things up after I have fully settled in. The inside of the house is very vintage and quite beautiful in my opinion, the paint on the ceiling is quite worn out, but other than that everything is fine. Apart from the perfectly circle holes in the walls. I noticed this when I was being shown around the house by the previous owner, he said these holes have been here for the past thirty years of him living in this house. There is one in each of the three bedrooms, one in each of the two bathrooms, and one in the living room. The previous owner had no idea how they got there in the first place, they were there when his father owned the house back in the early 80's. I just went with what he said.
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