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The Capitalist Union

Jake grabbed his jacket as he ran outside, his mom yelling after him “Don’t forget your gloves!” He hadn’t, they were in his pocket, he thought. He almost trampled his little sister, Jeannie on his way to the bus stop.

“Gosh, Jeannie, why do you have to be in the way all the time?” He stuck his tongue out at her and pulled his jacket on, dropping his backpack into the snow with a thud.

“Am not!” Jeannie, who was only seven, yelled back, “You just always bump into me! It’s ‘cause you don’t wear your glasses, four-eyes!” Jake rolled his eyes at her.

“Except I don’t even need ‘em! I want to be a pilot and take out the dirty commies!” He mimed shooting with a rifle “Pshew! Pshew! I’m gonna fire missiles at ‘em all day long, Jean! Too bad you can’t, you girl.” Jeannie pouted.

“I can be a pilot, too, if I want- and I don’t even need glasses! They won’t let fly a plane- you’ll crash it!”

“Nuh uh, girls can’t fly. It’s a law! You’ll learn when you get older.” He laughed as his friends approached.

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