Of all the houses where I have lived, none kept my scent. Everything smelled fresh white paint and nothing of me. I could not make friends because nobody wanted to tell his secrets to someone who would leave soon. The teachers in the school were calling me the one that is coming and leaving, and so i wasn`t bothering to introduce myself to the other children. Even now that I grew up, everybody calls me the same way.
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