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Carl Crittenden FWS MWF 11 February 4, 2007 Home is waking up late on a winter morning without having any obligations to the day. Outside, I notice the night before included a snow storm. As I trudge down the stairs, the smell of combusting logs in the fireplace fills my nose. I sit down and take a bite of French toast. This home is the only place where I get to enjoy the richness of how French toast is really supposed to taste. I balanced the sweet flavor with a cold glass of
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Unformatted text preview: milk. Then, I pour myself a hot cup of tea to keep me from the freezing outdoors. I carry the warm mug into the living room where I witness the blazing fire and a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. I settle down onto the couch and I listen to the lovely sounds of Grandma got run over by a Reindeer or Im getting nuttin for Christmas from my moms CD. Relaxed, I think about how great it is to be home....
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