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Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
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adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
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Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
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adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
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Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
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adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
Description:
Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
Tags:
adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
Description:
Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
Tags:
adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
Description:
Benny was a hot-air balloon, but he had one tiny problem: He was terrified of heights. “I don’t understand!” Benny complained one morning. “Why does everyone expect a balloon to go UP? Why can’t we just stay comfortably on the ground?”
Tags:
adventure, air, air balloon, airship, balloon
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a tiny gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Bobo, a punching ball with a very serious problem: He was terrible at being punched. Every morning, the gym owner would walk in and say, “Time for training!”
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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In a small gym at the end of a very noisy street lived Kevin Kettlebell. Kevin was a round, black kettlebell with a shiny metal handle and one enormous dream: He wanted to become the strongest kettlebell in the gym.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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Sammy was not an ordinary scarf. He had two tiny button eyes, a crooked smile, and very long, wiggly ends. Every morning, Sammy shouted, “GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” Unfortunately, nobody could hear him because scarves don't have very loud voices.
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One very hot summer morning, a pair of sunglasses named Sunny woke up on a beach towel. Sunny was not an ordinary pair of sunglasses. He had two enormous blue lenses, tiny yellow arms, and a very serious mustache painted across his nose.
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One very hot summer morning, a pair of sunglasses named Sunny woke up on a beach towel. Sunny was not an ordinary pair of sunglasses. He had two enormous blue lenses, tiny yellow arms, and a very serious mustache painted across his nose.
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One very hot summer morning, a pair of sunglasses named Sunny woke up on a beach towel. Sunny was not an ordinary pair of sunglasses. He had two enormous blue lenses, tiny yellow arms, and a very serious mustache painted across his nose.
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One very hot summer morning, a pair of sunglasses named Sunny woke up on a beach towel. Sunny was not an ordinary pair of sunglasses. He had two enormous blue lenses, tiny yellow arms, and a very serious mustache painted across his nose.
