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| Mare Serenitatis |
He twiddled his thumbs impatiently. That rule of thumb
everyone kept referring to in the local contest was bullocks. “Thumbs down to
that,” he thought. As he thumbed through the plants catalog it was pretty
obvious; it stuck out like a sore thumb. His green thumb was the envy of the whole
village. Yes, he always thumbed his nose at the whole commotion and never
accepted to be under anyone’s thumb. So, it was time. He decided to simply
thumb a ride out of there and start somewhere else where thumbs would not even
be mentioned!
Thumbs up to that!
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