Part 1
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Wirt and his family made it to their new house and began to unpack some of their most important belongings.

It was getting late by the time they got the majority of the furniture and oddities out of their boxes. Wirt's and Greg's mom and dad grilled some hotdogs outside since the kitchen wasn't done.

"Wirt, can I have hot sauce?", asked Greg as he held out his hotdog.

Wirt tried not to grimace and carefully poured some on Greg's hotdog with onions and chilly.

"Ha, he's just like you.", their mom comments as she notes their dad has hot sauce on his hotdog with relish.

Their dad laughs and points out bother Wirt and their mom has mayonnaise and mustard on their hotdogs.

They have a grand time and even ate some cupcakes with overly sweet icing. Then they head to bed for the next day.

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"Boys, wake up! We have to meet Greg's teachers at his new school today.", called with mom.

"Ugh... can't you guys do that without me?", groaned Wirt.

"No way mister! We are clothes shopping after going to his school.", chastised their mom.

Wirt slowly sat up, he had bags under his eyes. He had an odd dream last night and he kept thinking about it.

Then he wrote a poem about it. He felt particularly embarrassed about the poem and shoved his poetry book in his messenger bag.

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Oh what a world we live in!
How odd the tight feeling?
A spiral in the mind and a bruising chest.
Flushed red it was as was the cheeks so pink.
Who do I see?
An Adonis with eerie eyes creeping in the dark.
How loved my smile was?
Kiss me good night, please.
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Wirt sat in the car as their dad drove them all to Greg's school. Wirt place head phones on and played music from the classical era that was quite obscure.

"Wirt, will you ever stop being dramatic like this?", questioned their father.

Wirt looked into the mirror in front where their father was glancing at him.

"Not in the for seeable future, I don't.", answered Wirt as he opened his phone to look at picture of his old friends with longing.
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Bye!!