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I got out of the car slowly taking it all in, the familiar smells of Pisgah Ridge, the house on the mountain I had grown up in. I leaned in the window of the taxi and thanked the kind old man once again for driving me here all the way from Boston. He smiled and took off as I heard a voice call out in the distance, “Well well well, if it isn’t Shelby Lenoir Maynard here in our little town. What has it been? Seven, ten years?” I turned around to see Welp staring me down. I could feel my hands getting clammy and my heart pounding faster and faster but I did my best to regain myself and respond. “Yes it has been quite a while hasn’t it? I was wondering if anyone was still left around.” He smirked and said “Well course, ya got me and some of the other kids still hangin around these parts.” I politely smiled as I managed to get the words out “Well uh it was nice talking to you Welp I hope we can continue our conversation another time but right now I’ve gotta be on my way.” I continued on my way, stopping at my cousin Matt's house to visit my only living relatives in Pisgah. I didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door before a huge, blonde woman came barreling out hollering “She’s back hon she’s back!” I saw my cousin appear in the doorway and a huge grin broke out on his face, “Welcome home Shelby, would you like to come in?” A few minutes later I was seated in the living with a cold glass of iced tea. I never grew up close to my cousin Matt, he was always busy doing work
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