Gas Station

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My name is Maine i know my name is a state but it is unique my momma says.My Momma sent me out for some scratch off tickets at the gas station down the street. She always sent me out right before Dad came home.They always yell and argue, so I guess momma is only trying to protect me. As I was walkin down the street I was thinking, thinking real hard what could I do to help.I always talked to the cashier at the gas station about it  he always told me to talk to them bout it.But that would make them more angry because I knew about them arguing. As i got the scratch off tickets and walked back home the sun went down,Momma sent me out real late today. So I ran home, as i got to the front door i heard nothing,nothing at all...



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