Last week I stood on the sidewalk with my two favorite young cousins and watched as one of those giant moving vans pulled up to their front door. Before we knew it, five guys in backward baseball caps were waltzing the family couch down the front steps and into the truck. Mom and dad were still packing boxes; no one could find the key to the front door; and the family cat was under the porch, threatening to join the ASPCA. Moving day had arrived. The kids had seen the new house (it's nice). They had toured the new town (it's...
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