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     When I was younger I loved going to carwashes. Well, I still do like them. “Swish, swash, swish, swash, mmm… click!” That’s the sound of the carwash running. But on one peculiar day when I was about seven years old, those were not the sounds that I heard.
         “I’ll be back in [...]

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     Bump! Bump! Click! I got my bike from the backyard of the cozy light blue cottage I stay in every summer on Peaks Island. I got in the front yard and snapped on my helmet trying hard not to pinch myself.
             “Are you ready to go on a bike ride?” my dad asked [...]

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