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i don't want to leave out morrison avenue where my baby sitting father let me ride down an incline on my tricycle and i found there was a step on the bottom and i flew off in one direction and the bike flew off in another (you're enjoying this, aren't you?). bike and all crash landed. thanks dad. who holds a grudge?
or when he took me to a sandlot baseball game a few blocks away and forgot about me. this stuff builds character. if it doesn't kill you it strengthens you. yeah, right!
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BACK IN MY GRANMA'S HOUSE:
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