“Why, this sand is gritty and sharp and it tastes like nothing,” he said. “Is this what nothing tastes like?” He grabbed up a handful of sand and trickled it down on his head, rubbed the sand into his hair. He laughed. Suddenly, he stuck his foot up in the air. “Look,” he shouted. “I gotta hole in my sock. I gotta holey sock on one foot!”
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