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As the day unfolded, Mr. Potter learned the rhythm of the firehouse. He slid down the pole with the agility of a man half his age, suited up in bunker gear, and practiced hose maneuvers in the yard. Jody, wide-eyed and eager, helped Maria restock the first aid kits and listened intently as the firefighters swapped stories of bravery and camaraderie.
At lunchtime, they gathered around the long wooden table, the clatter of cutlery and laughter filling the room. Mr. Potter, savoring a hearty sandwich, felt a sense of belonging he hadn’t known in years. Jody chatted with the rookie, Tim, about her favorite firetruck – the one with the dragon decal on the side. mr potter said i wish a chauffeur would take us back to school with hot dogs Jim the genie said