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March 15, 2001
I rose early that morning Because my father was taking me out to breakfast before school. I had expected expectation, Anticipated anticipation, but I felt the same as yesterday, No different than any other morning of any other day. I sensed something was missing But could not place what it was. I continued on with my day, Nothing wonderful happening, Nothing miraculous, Nothing different. I helped make dinner And opened a pile of gifts. Everyone left and My mother said good night and happy birthday, I thanked her for all the wonderful presents And went to bed. Without feeling any change, Without feeling any excitement. I had left my childhood behind Without even noticing. 
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