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I wheel myself downstairs, with my notebook in my lap. I wheel up to my mom, who is sitting at the kitchen table. I put the notebook down, and write: I have a friend that I'm wanting to hang out with on Thursday. Can you take me?

I push the notebook towards my mom. She stops what she's doing, and looks at the notebook. I see her eyes light up with happiness. She scrambles to find a pen. I hand her mine.

She ferociously writes on the paper, then hands the notebook and pen back to me. It says: Of course! Where, and when?

I write: Thursday. 3:30 p.m. At Dairy Queen.

I leave the notebook, take my pen, and head to my room. I have my ride. Now, what to wear?...

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