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blow up denver |
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| One day Milo got desperate. He went out and bought a gun. |
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| "It is raining," thought Milo. "It is very cold and getting dark." |
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| He cried cold, bitter tears. He squeezed his eyes shut so tight they hurt. |
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| "I am angry," thought Milo. "I will blow up Denver." |
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| He went out and got all the things he needed to blow up Denver. He got postcards, and cigarettes, and chocolates, and neckties, and paper clips, and little glass horses. |
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