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We lived rural on a dirt road so I don't know how we were running away but we did because my mother was being mean to us. It was me and my cousin/nephew.
we ran away each riding on our tricycle.... switched all the way home privet hedge limbs have so many uses.... red streaks on my legs the ride back home took so much longer.... crying and pedaling
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