I want to fly. I want to raise my arms and swoosh like a maniac through the skies of the southern tier. That's not true. I'd rather fly around in a warm tropical climate, but the bigger point is that I want to fly. I want to dart in and out of cars and sit in the tops of trees. I want to race buses on the freeway; I want to go straight up until I can't stand it; I want to nose dive, but never hit the ground. I want to take my friends up with me; I want to fly all day and night. I think it might be fun to fly around the classroom too.
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that would be sweet, think how fast you could pas out papers
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