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It was late October. The leaves were slowly turning colors, but the days were still sunny and warm.
I was up and at it for another day of school and could smell hot buttered toast coming from the kitchen.
I walked in to find some Merita and a bowl of Wheaties waiting for me on the white enameled table.
Momma was scurrying about to making sure I’d be at school on time. Shucks, school was only three houses up the street. I seriously doubt I would be late, but I could never convince her of that.
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