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| Mommy, I want a space salad! | |
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| All right, dear. We'll go up into outer space right now. | |
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| What planet will have my space salad on it, Mommy? | |
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| I don't know, sweetie. We may have to search for a long, long time. | |
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| I don't think there are any space salads here, Mommy! | |
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| No, you're right, dear...this planet is barren...desolate... | |
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