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July 12, 2014

DR. CUMMINGS: Trading marbles

When I was a kid, I remember drawing a big circle in the dirt on the outskirts of the playground. Tommy put in his five marbles, and I put in mine. Both of us checked each other’s marbles for scratches, and then we shot for the wall to see who played first. I won. I knelt down, pulled out my knuckle-pad and my best Aggie, and shot for the center.

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