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[Feb. 9th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
February 9th 2008,
National Air and Space Museum
Of all the Museums around here, Woody liked the Air and Space Museum best. The art was pretty and the science was cool, but neither were as interesting as the thought of being able to hop on a winged chariot and ride right across the sky like the sun. He liked them so much, in fact, that he was walking along with his head tilted back so he could see the planes hung above him and not paying any actual attention to where he was going, which is why he bumped into someone. |
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