"Race you to the mailbox," I challenged Erika.
I bolted down the driveway.
"Hey no fair. You're faster than me," Erika yelled.
"To bad," I replied.
"Then I get to bring in half of the mail," Etika exlaimed.
"Fine," I said, giving in.
I opened the mail box and got the mail out. There's so much, I thought, looking at the pile of papers. I gave Erika half of the mail and closed the mail box. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my arm. It felt as if someone lit a match and pressed it against my skin. I whacked my arm with the newspaper and started running. That's when Erika made a stupid move....
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