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   CHILDRENS MUSEUM

  I go through the store on my break.

  No, it is not a mistake.

  I look at all the books and toys.

  What fills me with joy?

  Tonight, I can call Teresa on the phone.

  I will feel less alone.

  She is in Colorado.

  There, I would love to go.

  She lives there.

  I know see, about me, she really does care.

  

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