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Michael
Smith sat up wide awake in his
bed. The sun was just coming up in
Pensacola. He could
tell that it was
going to be a gorgeous day. He
glanced out his bedroom window. Michael
remembered exactly where he was planning to go today with
Larry, John
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Just then the phone rang. ''Michael
Smith, will you lead the big parade for
us this year?" asked the mayor of
Pensacola. ''Oh, yes,
yes!'' exclaimed
Michael. ''Will I get
to ride in the
fire truck?'' The mayor chuckled, "You most certainly
will, Michael! '' |
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