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The governmental squad stood in front of the capitol building. Shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot, they formed an impenetrable line, a brick wall of black and red.
The assemblage of lemons on the table grew larger and larger. Their aroma brung back memories of summer, love, and happiness. Unaware of the zeal with which she stacked the lemons, the pile began to overflow. One lone lemon rolled away from the pile, off of the table, out of the window, and into the city.
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