Nonfiction | September 01, 2008
The Canada Story
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Don was perched on a big wet rock, and when he lost his footing, he was laughing. He’d turned to tell my father something, and he tumbled instead. He slid of f the rock, landed in the current and went over the falls. He was stil l laughing when he went over, and my father was screaming. . . .
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