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It was cold in war. Rachel was sitting at home. They both shut the door. It was as cold as a dome. I want to make dad some biscuits, Rachel said. He must be as cold as a brisket. I hope he’s not dead. Rachel licked the spoon. It was icky. They both loved their room. The honey was sticky. By Sienna.

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