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| Step, Stop, Walk
| January 12, 2019
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On the day I was to move out of my apartment, my father had offered to help me
move some things. To break down some of my furniture a tool was needed that I
didn't have. I suggested that we walk to the store a short distance away, but my
father insisted that he would drive. We drove to the store and purchased the
required tool, but the tool ended up being a bit too big to work. I suggested
that we walk to the auto store a short distance away, and my father reluctantly
agreed. Walking to the store, I showed my father all of my favorite things along
away: the spot where the crows play, the lamps that line the road, and the small
park near the train tracks. We smiled, chatted, and walked.