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The listing popped up while Mark was mindlessly scrolling through his phone. He nearly dropped the device. He felt a jolt, a sudden surge of something wonderful. The house. The house of his childhood. He had to see it. He couldn't wait.

He clicked on the link. The familiar façade, the overgrown rose bushes, the porch swing creaking in the breeze – all sparked a flood of memories. He leaned back in his chair, feeling lighter than air. He began to picture all of his childhood escapades.

He felt an impulse to dance. He stood up, and took a few steps, humming under his breath. He had to book a flight, to see it in person. He didn't care about anything else. He was already planning his trip in his head.