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The bus stopped as the old woman crossed the street.  Before the children came home, the storm blew. The old man staggered as he walked across the road looking for his house. He made his way to his house, warmed up a cup of hot coco and sat down at the table. He patiently waited for them to come with the one million gold chunks to trade for his house.


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