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I had the keys around my neck, on a small bit of string (or perhaps was cord) and they were jingling; they knocked into one another. I surprised them with each step, and as we ran they ran along the string and into each other, flabbergasted. Once. Again. Double again. All the while (or perhaps I should say whilst) we ran, and ran and ran, through (you know, in one side and out the other) the cornfields. |
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