At exactly 5:13 Saturday morning, I felt a tug on my arm.
“Mmmmghren Mph,” I said.
“JoJo, wake up,” Dad said.
My dad turned on the light, which was brighter than the sun. I got up.
We packed the car full of coats, boots, snow pants, sweaters, gloves,
hats, and, of course, cookies.
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