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Mr. Pophwell wins in an auction bid the medal of the veteran who enjoys his appreciation of the mailbox upon which he has put a skirt, which shelters the parents of the Chinese cabbage who failed in the sneak attack of the pliers that pull teeth from the portrait of the piranha that has been fretworked on a maple tree that fans the chartered bus run amok with Martians who picked the pupils growing on a plum tree.
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