You decided that you would go with the Andersons' trash can. You run down your driveway and cross over onto their lawn. You ran across their lawn and all the way over to the trash can. You could hear Ily still counting in the distance," 45... 46..." you hurry and open the trash can. Lucky for you, the garbage men already came today, so their can was empty. You hopprd in and pulled the top back over it, leaving a little room for you to see when Emily was coming. It was only a matter of seconds now. "54... 55... 56" you listen to the behemoth that was your babysitter count as the tension built...
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