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I am an Apache Brave

I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said. He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed. Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a Sioux? This confused the rat, who did not know what to do. I guess any Indian culture in the USA will be okay. For I am tired of being a preteen, Ed said right away. You will still be a preteen, said his wise grandmother. Don’t worry about it then, just get rid of my brother.

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