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lying in a field of clay, smoking cigars in the nude, looking up at the aqua-tinged sky.
Suddenly, a diapered emu ran right past them, startling Runni and Snoddy out of their smoke-induced stupor. They scratched their heads for some time, trying to get the emu feathers that had mixed with the clay out of their hair.
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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.
Mark Twain
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