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"Here we are," said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington Avenue.Amber reached over to grab his arm. "I hope this is a good idea.""Everything will be fine," replied her husband."This is all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't need to do this.""Honey, it's alright. Things will work themselves out.""As far as I could tell. Quit worrying. It's an older neighborhood. No gangs or d**gs. I've checked it all out. The crime rate is low. It's fine. We'll get ourselves back on our feet and...