Yesterday, my big brother got a scratch on his forehead. Mommy called it a flesh wound, but Ben cried a lot and had to put a band aid on it.
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Nothing could have scratched me, as I was wearing my bright green track suit.
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Here we are together, me in my track suit and Bob the Tomato.
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Love,
Cameron