where I was born, raised, and lived

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As we drove over a bridge, we could feel the gentle breeze of the Bay Area.

It's sunny, and pleasant all year round, the place where I was born, raised, and lived.

The roadside was covered with large, rosy red flowers, like flames on the wooden floor, almost spreading to the driveway.

"So, Ellie, having a good time?" Charlotte asked me as she came over from the front seat.

"I'm having fun, but you probably won't like it." I smiled, "I shopped Queen Street six times in one afternoon."

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