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Jamie Lynn
Albany, Oregon USA
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When I was in elementary school I rode my bike just as much as I do now. One day I was riding in the alley behind our house when this little white dog came barking after me. I pedaled as quickly as I could to get away. As I looked back at the dog I came out of the alley. A branch of a bush gouged my right arm and I ran into an orange truck. I finally felt the burning pain when I looked down. I went home embarrassed, trying not to cry. A few days later I was walking in the alley. The same dog greeted me with a wagging tail. Her name was Sandy...I think.
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