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' Ding , Ding, Ding.' School had just ended. My butt had been just freed from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my concerns. Because, today I couldn't wait to get riding on the Bike trails. These were old paths of a railroad track that had jumps built on them. By the time I got out to the bikeracks and met my friends, we were exhilerated. 'To the bike trails?' I asked.
'to the bike trails' they replied. We had been going to the bike trails for weeks now. Every day we came bac…
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