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Date: 12/14/2019

I was living in a mansion or several. I lived there because I was dating the darling son of this rich family, which was my not rich grandparents in real life. Anyway me and the son broke up and I was contemplating all the stuff I could do with my life stretched before me. Ironically I felt a bit free, knowing now I had to fend for myself made me want to do stuff I'd never had the courage to do before. Like move to England. So I began packing up all my stuff. I packed up a lot. Clothes and photos mostly of him a bunch, and of something else impor3to me in larger quanity, vaccuming up a lot of dirt. While I did this they celebrated their son or sons? There was a little boy there who was also the apple of their eye and they celebrated him as well, giving him everything he could want. But he might have been the same as the grown adult son, just different ages living together in the same timeline. They didn't approve of me either way and were happy to see me go. I collected my stuff as the adult son, my ex, gave a speech about moving on which clearly indicated he still had feelings for me. I felt it too, and even as he gave the speech and toast I expected him to come to express the opposite of goodbye. His mother interfered, telling him she knew he wanted me still with a knowing eye. I put on a pastel lime green shirt without a bra as he talked to his mother in the other room and I listened (or it was the same room at different times overlapping). Then I packed more stuff looking for a black camisole and a bra. I half hoped he'd walk in before I found them, I knew he'd not be able to resist, but he was distracted by conversing with her. The entire mansion was poorly lit, every room dark and dusty and cluttered. The master bedroom was always dark and full of laundry. I know because I went I. There to find some of my clothes which had gotten mixed in with theirs. Only the celebrations and speeches and child's room were lit up, and only at certain times. When no one but family was there it was quite dark and gloomy, and the clutter and dirt seemed natural. The little boy was incredibly polite and well spoken when he gave party goers a tour of his room and all his stuff. Everyone was quite impressed with how he was trained. I had never heard a little boy speak so well before and it half impressed me half bothered me, he was well puppeted that boy.