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Swiftly, I soared with Tarzan level agility. Up in the air only a couple of feet, barefoot flying in my grandparents garage out in a town so small it should just be called country. A leap imagining I am flying fiercely, daydreaming then landing. A piercing pain pressing through the first foot I landed on. I looked down shocked to see a pointed top of a rusted ***** staring up at me right through my foot without a shoe. Thus, the adventure ended with a wounded warrior under ten stumbling back in to my grandparents’ house after pulling that pain in my foot out.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
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Swiftly, I soared with Tarzan level agility. Up in the air only a couple of feet, barefoot flying in my grandparents garage out in a town so small it should just be called country. A leap imagining I am flying fiercely, daydreaming then landing. A piercing pain pressing through the first foot I landed on. I looked down shocked to see a pointed top of a rusted ***** staring up at me right through my foot without a shoe. Thus, the adventure ended with a wounded warrior under ten stumbling back in to my grandparents’ house after pulling that pain in my foot out.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
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