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The time is 12:30, lunch is officially over. I walk up the stair case and away from my school cafeteria. I walk down the hall, hearing chatter, and seeing the classroom I had once spent hours of my life in. I open my locker, which doesn’t even lock, and get my Dallas Cowboys jacket and my snow pants, and out the door I go for an hour of recess. In Autumn the air is brisk, and the sky is cloudy, but it doesn’t matter, nothing will stop us 3rd graders from playing football. I head out towards the grassy playing field and gather with the other kids that like to play.
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