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March 3
Soccer match, homemade fried chicken, a bottle of malt and hot apple cider. I was looking forward to this all day with the hope that I would finally get to give my stomach a treat of a lifetime. I just survived one of the most exciting and stressful hours of my life, and was so relieved to know that it was finally over and it would be a long time before I would go through that amount of stress in my life again. Recently, Tuesday has been my favorite day of the week. It meant no homework, no much classwork, less amount of school periods and no Uncle Max around. Ever since Uncle Max started volunteering at a children center with Miss Bisi a week ago, I have been spending more and more time alone in the house. I had the whole house to myself and I was free to do whatever I wanted.
Tuesday meant freedom. It meant the whole wide world to me. It meant jumping from a tall mountain only to realize that you didn't jump at all when you thought that you did. Tuesday was awesome. It was
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