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(1109 words) “Arman, did you pack your mask?” “Yes mom.” “Did you pack your stabilizer?” “Yes mom.” “Do you have an extra tank of O 2 ?”   “Yes m –” the young boy paused and started to rummage through his bag searching for the compact canister. A large sigh escaped him as he panned over to his mother who had her decorated hand on her waist. A soft chuckle escaped the tall woman as she tucked the canister in his backpack. “Thanks mom” he whispered. With a scratch on his head, she strapped the mask on his face and fixed the goggles on his eyes and gave him a kiss on his forehead. A heavy and weary sigh left her as she hugged him. “Mom, I’m just going on a field trip.” the boy sighed. “I know sweetheart. It’s just that the gas levels are really high today...the highest we’ve seen in months.” she whispered. “It’s fine. Aren’t you a scientist?” “Yeah,” she chuckled wiping her nose, “Yeah I am. Go on, you don’t wanna be late.” He waved back at her as he walked throug
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