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I was a little kid. My neighbor was a grown man. "I'll fix your wagon," he roared. I was already crying. Then he hurried to his garage, Returned with a toolbox, Knelt down with pliers and screwdriver, And did just that.
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
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I was a little kid. My neighbor was a grown man. "I'll fix your wagon," he roared. I was already crying. Then he hurried to his garage, Returned with a toolbox, Knelt down with pliers and screwdriver, And did just that.
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
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