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Independence Day

I watched the little kid stamping up and down the sidewalk all morning. Finally I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting free of my mother," he answered.

"You're running away?"

"I can't," he whined. "My dumb mom won't let me cross the street."

"So how -"

He grinned and resumed his march. "I'm stepping on cracks."

Story by:

John M. Daniel

submitted at 10:44pm

22 January 2012