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February 26, 2018
By Anonymous

The brakes squeak on the bus. I’m home.
My brother, drives our new toy. 
Curious, I get in. 
My brother knows how to make me smile. 
One sharp turn, I’m two fewer fingers. 
The sirens scream—just like me. 



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