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At last Spring came, and all the pretty boys with their hair danced around and sang ditties about the rebirth of nature.
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| "I like big butts, and I can not lie; you other brothers can't deny... | |
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| that when a girl walks by with an itty-bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung!" | |
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Yet Michael Carmichael remained in his room. At least he had moved his desk in front of the window on the other side of the room.
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And as he turned yet another page in yet another comic, the sunshine of spring illuminated an ad he had not fully noticed before...
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| IMAGINE having a whole tumbling, happy circus of live, scampering Sea-Monkeys®! | |
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