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posted 10/5/2008
As engine #6 pulls up and parks in the street in front of the downtown fire station, Little Brother and I walk up slowly, hand in hand, to get a better look. Suddenly the driver's door opens, and right before our eyes, a pair of boots swings out, and out steps A Real Live Firefighter. Little Brother freezes in his tracks, his grip tight around my hand, awestruck and speechless, as if
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