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My New Toys

I woke that early mid-summer morning anxious to get back to my great-grandparents house so I could find my new collection of what I called my new toys but yet they were several years old and most definitely not toys. I ran through the hall way my feet pushing on the wet carpet that had just been shampooed. I turned the kitchen corner to find my father in his usual chair with his tiny legs crossed and a cup of coffee glued to his right hand. The cigarette smoke and smell of bacon woke me up fast.

"Daddy, will you take my to Papaw Bec-Becs?aE...

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