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The big green jalopy
When we bought my new bike I could hardly wait to ride it. It was a two-wheeler. There were no training wheels to hold me up.
My dad and I went to a parking lot so he could teach me to ride. I was really happy because right away I could ride the bike.
On one side of the parking lot there was a banged-up old green jalopy. It had wrinkled fenders and a bent bumper. I rode close to the car and banged into it. My bike and I fell down. It didn't hurt the car, but it sure didn't feel good to me.
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January 15, 1979 issue
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Rights—human and divine
ERWIN D. and PATIENCE M. CANHAM
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Wake up to reality!
DONNA NALLEY RYBURN
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The sting of fear—unreal
BENJAMIN N. COVINGTON
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Redwoods and cheetahs
NANCY H. REINERT
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Dealing with guilt
ARDEN EVANS COOK
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Aspiration
Irene J. Sneddon
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"The ghost of materiality"
DOROTHEA T. LEAMY
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What to do with the resistant trouble
Geoffrey J. Barratt
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Who told you?
Naomi Price
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The big green jalopy
Amantha Thayer Holcomb
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There was a time when I greatly feared for my life because of...
Leslie E. Vasquez
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How obscure the following passage was to me, before I knew...
Ramón C. Benítez
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I have had Christian Science in my life since I was a small...
Althea A. Whiteside
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When I was in my early teens, my father received an instantaneous...
Betty Ellen McClelland with contributions from Russell B. McClelland