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So I came home one night really worried when I heard the fire engine around the corner and police lights blazing. I seriously thought something terribly wrong happened in the neighborhood. So my next door neighbor Bobby came out to remind me that a surprise visitor was riding around the neigborhood on a firetruck. I ran upstairs, carried our half asleep children down and outside to see the surprise. Living in this neighborhood I feel like I am often times back in the 1950's....kind of fun during the holidays.
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