fireworks
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Mom told me not to, but when Jimmy handed me a firecracker I took it. Other kids were holding them. I wanted to be cool, too. Mom told me not to and I should’ve listened. My guide dog is cool, though.
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There are three over-sized concrete steps to navigate before I reach the threshold of the doorway that I always trip over. It’s been there every day, just like me, for the past 30 years and I still trip over the same wayward chunk of rubber. This skid-clunk is my trademark. Snickers here, pockets of chuckles
Ergo, the Ogre 