Unformatted text preview: Halfway down the stairwell I came to the realization my parents were not awake. I darted back up the stairs to wake my slumbering parents and drag their overly stressed and tired bodies out of bed. I raced down the stairs like a lightning bullet while my parents sluggishly lagged behind me. Sitting on top of the red brick fireplace was a plethora of pastel candies, eggs and toys. Perched atop the assortment of gifts was a pale pink stuffed bunny....
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This note was uploaded on 04/01/2008 for the course ENG 125 taught by Professor Escudero during the Fall '08 term at University of Michigan.
- Fall '08