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So I'm back with Taylor Swift, this time in Nashville.

She still lives with her parents in this massive house in Henderson Bill, Tennessee.

It's a suburb that's about 20 minutes from the city.

The house is surrounded by dogwood trees and it's set on a lakefront overlooking a dock.

Taylor's talking in her kitchen with her family there and they're all about to have dinner.

They discuss the defensive strategy at her

brother's lacrosse game and Taylor gets temporarily distracted by her cats

sneezes, which she counts loudly.

Then she turns her attention to a batch of fondue

that her mom has made on the stove.

She dips in a piece of bread and pulls a long string of cheese out of the pot slowly, twisting it around the

bread like a dozen times. Her mom asks if she's having fun doing it. I honestly am, says Taylor and gives a big laugh.

Next she walks down the hallway to her childhood bedroom.

It's a small room with a wrought iron fore-poster bed

right near a full-length wood-framed mirror.

Any sign of her life as a superstar has been scrubbed from it.

There's an itsy-bitsy closet of her clothes organized in meat rows. She seems

somewhat obsessed with neatness.

My producer is going to read this thing that Taylor said.

I'll take a day and organize my closet.

One time in high school, I took a whole weekend and I color

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