The cars and horns. The colors combining. My lack of strength. Everything tried to keep me from getting home. But I made it. Finally the huge glass doors were in front of me. Through the glass I saw Harold. I pushed hard. Help me, I wanted to say. But I couldn't say anything. Oh! Jimmy. A dark, curly-haired boy left this envelope for you. He said to tell you- My God! My boy - what's wrong here? Somebody help me! He's fainted! The boy is sick! Call Mr. James upstairs. Someone please! There's something wrong with Jimmy.
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