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A can of soup rolled away through the grass, as if wanting no part of the whole scene. The parsley shot upward like a tiny green firework. The apple veered off again, making a clean getaway this time.
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― Summer Breeze: An Anthology of Summer Stories
― Summer Breeze: An Anthology of Summer Stories
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...but as he just happened to jump on to the teeth of a rake which had been left lying there after the hay-making, the handle of it struck against his face and gave him a tremendous blow. (The Seven Swabians)
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