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Story (told by John)
I missed my old house. I'm John. John Sallemi. I was moving to a new town called Danville, which is FAR away from New Jersey. "Where's our house?" I asked. "Right here" my mom said. We got out of our car and walked into the house. We lived in front of a house which belonged to two families, the Flynns, and the Fletchers. We were the Sallemis, and their last names sounded normal, compared to OUR last name. "Dad, may I make friends with some kids around here?" I asked. "Sure" Dad said. I walked to the house which belonged to the Flynns and Fletchers. Come to think about it, Fletcher sounds British! "Hello?" I asked. Two boys were working on some contraption of some kind. "I'm John Sallemi" I said. "That sounds Italian" one boy said. "It is" I said proudly. "I'm Phineas Flynn" one boy said. "This is my step-brother, Ferb Fletcher" Phineas said. Ferb waved to me. I waved back. "Does your step-brother ta..." I started to say. "No, he doesn't talk much. He's more like a man of action" Phineas said. Ferb shot the contraption with a nail gun. He blew the top. "That IS a lot of action" I said. Suddenly, a teenage girl walked into the backyard. Two big hearts pumped in my eyes. I have met the love of my life. "Phineas, Ferb, what are you building THIS time?" the girl asked. "This is our sister, Candace" Phineas said. TO BE CONTINUED LATER...