Tank

I met my cousin Tank the other day. I don’t like Tank. He is big and strong and looks like a big armored car like the ones they use in the Army. I tried to fight him when I first met him. He reminds me of dogs who used to be mean to me. I wanted him to know how tough I am. Anyway, I knew Dad would hold me back. Tank didn’t seem to care.

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