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     A fresh cool breeze blew through my open window, sprinkling my nose with itchy pollen as I struggled to release myself from the clutches of the Sandman. 
     "Wake up!" I silently screamed to my eyelids while my brain plowed through  sleepy sand that Saturday morning.  If I had known what was going to happen that day, I probably would have had no trouble waking up!
 

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