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When I was 16 my mother sent me to spend the summer at my aunt’s house in the country. She thought it would be good for me to spend some time with her side of the family, I guess.
My aunt was divorced, in her late 30s, and had three sons older than me. Problem was, they no longer lived at home and were never around. So I spent all my time by myself or hanging out with Aunt Julie. I helped her out with her vegetable garden and lawn work.