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Monday, January 24th, 2011After parking their prized 1967 Mustang, Constance and her mom met the moving men upstairs. They were sitting on their cozy green couch eating hotdogs. Constance gave her mom two minutes to freak out. “Oh no! Not on my couch you won’t.” Carmen walked over and shooed them. The moving men snickered and stood outside [...]