small, close, and dark -- until one looked up through the hole in the roof.
(thinking about Charlie's bed in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory [the Johnny Depp version]) (a small children's piece)
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- Here they are, the Scientific & Technical Communic...
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- and today's gift...
- I will miss this class.
- at school
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- my own personal jar
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- oh yeah
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