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Grapes Are Sour

Grapes are sour Mountaineering expedition to start Jubilant Jack rushed to enrol his name. Enthusiastic Jack thought to exert effort to win lots of prize and fame. Two months tough training was mandatory. Late-riser Jack bound to wake up at five. Rigorous practice seemed not satisfactory. Hard labor! But what’s the alternative? Comfort-loving Jack could not continue What to do? Jack yearned for victory and prize. Another event on next avenue: Jubilant Jack searched and found on surprise. He was delighted to join walking race. Being bold brave jack walked in glory and grace 08/27/18

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