91 4 4
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64 1 2
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A little torn cornerpiece of paper,the color of a kitchen sponge,drifting in and out ofsunny winds.
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36 0 1
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The ground didn't merely shake-it shuddered with a rhythnic, bone-jarring thrum: the thump-thump-thump of a thousand Fee-Fi-Fo-Fums
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