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Three Little Siblings


I sit alone on the swings looking into the woods. The adrenaline brings many a rush until it pulls. I wait for my brothers who run to me. A day in summer is all I can see. We run, we play, until we're too tired to enjoy the day and going inside is required. I dress up Kevin's attire to his later regret as Cinderella entire with heels for his feet to step. We play barbies and Geotrax and Thomas the Train, watch Ruby and Max and Blue's Clues - the fun is all the same. Until the day comes to an end and all three kids must go to bed under the covers - blanky in hand and fall asleep - the day was grand!
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