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Mrs. Field would call her cat, Figaro, in each night.
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| Figaro! Figaro Figaro Figaro! FIIIIGAAAROOO! | |
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Her son, Steven Field, invited a new friend over after school one day.
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| Yeah, we live in the yellow house on the corner. | |
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| Isn't that where that crazy lady sings opera on her porch every night? | |
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