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by Breea S.
Missouri, KOZK
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Page 2
One day I was sitting on my
porch, waiting for my parents to
prepare my party. I was pretty
bored until the postman appeared.
He brought a package from my
Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia always
picks perfect presents.
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