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Oh Crap

where is that little bear, Burt? Everyone asked. finding him was deemed to be a cousins’ task we knew he was in the sunflower field probably taking a nap that’s when some of us got in trouble for saying “oh, crap!” the adults can swear, it seems all right when it is them But it better not be the kids in the family said Uncle Jim. the sunflowers are prickly almost like thorns and they hurt. We were all scuffed up and bleeding by the time we found Burt.

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