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personal history My grandma showed me a handmade photo album that my great grandfather had made years ago. Beneath some of the photos were captions written in pencil. These were faded and hard to read on the black sheets of paper that formed the pages of the book. Later in the day my grandma said that I should ask now while I have the chance, because someday it will be too late. I rode my bike for the first time this year.
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