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Then my heart leapt with joy. I could not help but smile. I knew I had made it; I’d be home in a while. For this street called “Ol’ Maple” was one I knew well, and the house at its end was the house where I dwell. And in five or six minutes, maybe less, maybe more, I was on my front stoop, heading through my front door. But inside, in the hall, good ol’ mom stopped me