![Shaking the President's Hand](images/rr12shakingthepresidentshand4.jpg)
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The next morning I sprinted downstairs. I remembered today was trash day. I darted out the door. The trash man was picking up the barrel. I screamed. "WAIT!" He looked at me like I was crazy. I realized I was outside in my pajamas, but I was drawn to that letter. In a tiny voice I whispered, "I need this."
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