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Runni had an inborn penchant for intervening at the most awkward of times.
She was deeply absorbed; applying the finishing embroidery,
upon the aprons she had made for the three of them.
"Aren't they positively festive?" she squealed.
She wore one wrapped around her head - one draped about her shoulders, cape-like,
and the third one was tied loosely around her fulsome belly.
"C'mon guys, pick which one you want."
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