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11-23-2009, 07:14 PM
Aldo walked along the side of a garden, tossing a coin in the air. The coin was an old thing but he kept it shined up nice and bright, the surface of it worn smooth by the frequent cleanings and from being rubbed so often.
He threw it up in the air too high and at a wrong angle and it spun over the fence and into the garden on the other side. He cursed then clambered over the fence as easily as he could, hoping he wouldn't get caught before he got it back.
"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."
-Bernard Malamud
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