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Sep 2016
"Jump!" my little brother yells.
"Jump!"
I smile at him and tap the rain water
with my boot.
"No, jump!" he yells again,
splashing through the rain.
I laugh at his excitement.
"Perhaps another time," I say, and we promptly
circle around the puddle
and go on our way.
Kate Ballalatak
Written by
Kate Ballalatak  St. Paul
(St. Paul)   
901
   --- and Keith Wilson
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