With eight hours before streetlights came on she emptied nickels and dimes from her world globe bank for an escape caught Bus 12 headed east to Belle Isle strolled through the Conservatory ran through the gardens spent a good hour at the fountain snapping photos for families before hauling off to the aquarium to make faces at the fish. Back outdoors she noticed the wind whip up so figured she should head home when she noticed the man who ran the hotdog stand running after a plastic bag with the last of his buns. She jumped into action to rescue the bag just before it flounced into the fountain. She enjoyed hotdogs from her new friend and dozed on the ride back but awakened to find she missed her stop when the driver called End of the line! But four miles from home was plenty of time to get back come skipping home at twilight to the street with no potholes round every uncracked corner way before dark before the dumb streetlights blinked on.
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