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Mom never has much money, but she sure knows how to find fun for free. Today was Central Park picnic day. Mommy fried a boatload of chicken, packed apples, and other stuff; time to eat under the sky she always says. Joey and I excited; little sister Mary starts whining about the walking…she’s four with short legs. I promise to carry her on my back to cheer her up. Now Migdalia’s looking at me with death eyes cause I really can’t carry her anymore. Six is way heavier than four. Joey tells her they will run all the way to the fountain then jump in. Mom would murder us, never will that happen. Six believes more than twelve knows, Migdalia’s death eyes turn sunny.
We here at the park, mom’s looking for shade. She let us dip our feet in the fountain since no one…
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