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The Mission Of The Rocket Mission

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The Rocket Mission The year was 2515. I walked into a nearby old antec shop where they sold mini Empire State Buildings, Pyramids, and Eiffel Towers. I went in there to collect a mini Eiffel Tower that the shop brought in, it had been a tradition that one person in my family would buy an Eiffel tower each year as a remembrance of my family 's story of the Tower, and this year was my year. After I had walked into the shop and was greeted by a funky scent. It smelled like a mixture of dirty old man and dust. It didn 't take me long before I figured out what the smell was, a small, wrinkly, old man walked up to me, greeting me with what looked like a bowl filled with dusty candy that must of been there for 20 years. Trying to be polite I took a candy and shoved it into my pocket knowing that I would never eat it anyway. The old man must of recognized me because before I had said anything, he slowly hobled to the back of the shop and came back with something in the basket on his walker. “You must be a member of the Ferguson family,” the old man had said in a raspy quiet voice. In reply I said, “Yes I am, how did you know?”
“You have the facial features of the others that have came in here.”
“Wow you have a good memory for an old man.”
“Who said being old causes memory loss.”
In amazement I asked, “What 's in your basket?” Not evening replying to the question he handed me, a mini, one foot tall, metal Eiffel Tower that had a thick layer of dust on it, I picked it up and wiped

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