[She knows it by the way the houses look on her block, the color of the mailbox and by the ridiculous amount of drawings on the sidewalk in front of it. Not so much the actual address. It's always been like that. Even if she can't recall her home fully at this time, she's confident it'll come to her as they drive-hope he filled up at the gas station beforehand.]
Not the numbers or the words. [So, no.] But I'll know it's my house when I see the flowers in the yard.
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Not the numbers or the words. [So, no.] But I'll know it's my house when I see the flowers in the yard.