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"Clean your room already!" she said for the thousandth time. But six years said I deserved better so I loaded my Radio Flyer with licorice and toys and headed down the sidewalk. The block was long but I was ready to leave my chores behind. Running away from everything is a luxury that only children can afford with a twenty-five cent allowance. And I would have gotten all the way to Michigan if only I had been allowed to cross the street.
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Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 11:01 AM UTC
Flight of the Challenger
"Clean your room already!" she said for the thousandth time. But six years said I deserved better so I loaded my Radio Flyer with licorice and toys and headed down the sidewalk. The block was long but I was ready to leave my chores behind. Running away from everything is a luxury that only children can afford with a twenty-five cent allowance. And I would have gotten all the way to Michigan if only I had been allowed to cross the street.
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Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 11:01 AM UTC
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