Slowly, he added another cup of sand. I held my breath and double checked that my fingers and toes were crossed. I'd cross my eyes if necessary. The bridge held as the little red bucket swung below it. The thirty second time frame passed and another cup of sand was added. I smiled. This officially meant that my bridge could support the most weight. Billy was not so happy.
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
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