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There in the bare naked woods of life, stood half an empty shell of unused peanut butter-half a peanut, if you would;
Upon this time, once there came a joyous thunder cloud that made a thunderous sound, like a flat rock face first in the water;
She thought she saw that sea shell glitter under the hot beach sun, but a tiny bottle, half filled with old sea water and a few remnants of barnacle, she knew this word, but didn't know what it was;
He pushed his way into the crowd of empty sea shells with barnacle hats, and wished them well, with an apology, written, but never found-He knew what it was all about, but didn't remember where he put it.



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