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October 23, 2017
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My eyes open and glance at the time.    
The clock didn’t work. I grab my clothes
and dash downstairs. I race time.
Mom comes out and looks at my mess.  
She says, “It is Saturday.”
Feeling soothed, I go back to sleep.






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