I can fly, I think. Sometimes I feel like if I were to jump out my dorm window of the 8th floor in Haggett Hall, the wind will pick me up and I will fly. I don't know where I would go if I could fly. I probabley would go visit my abuelita's cemetary, or maybe I would sneak into Fidel Castro's kitchen. I wonder what he eats? I think figs. Just flap
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