2010

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//I could fly i could finally fly. i would never have to walk again. all i had to do was pick up my short curved all around feet. then i would be floating. if i wanted to move i just had to pioint my feet. when i needed to turn i would just have to move my petty and tiny body in that direction. then i would be able to go anywhere i wanted. if i wanted to just go i could. i could do whatever. then when i could fly i would never again mess up my hurt and damaged knee. i would fly around a golden and wide tree, a short and fat person, a spalking and gleaming table, a high up and soaring plane//