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... ir narrow shoulders like stepping stones. They bore the heavy weight of the logs pressing down on their waists and legs with grit and determination, their faces flushed red as they looked forward. At the sound of the signal whistle, they all rolled their feet forward in unison.
-In the hall of learning on a modest hill. Oh, the embrace of Hamelin.
On the ground, where sand was scattered, small and deep footprints rapidly appeared as children, carrying logs several times their siz ...
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