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This weekend, as I approached the Minneapolis skyline coming down 394 for the first time in 3 months, I snapped a photo. No hands on the wheel, window down, 35 degree wind slapping me in the face.
When all of the other third graders went to play with the orchestra during Science class every Wednesday, I was stuck with Sean R and Randy C, my two crushes. Once we dug into solid chunks of mud looking for little things Ms. Erickson had hidden and when Sean left the little shovel on his desk I took it and hid it in my own.
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