A summer breeze blew through Littletown park.
Mrs. Starchy, who just left the salon, worried the breeze would mess up her new hairdo.
Billy was flying a kite; he didn’t care about his hair.
A summer breeze blew through Littletown park.
Mrs. Starchy, who just left the salon, worried the breeze would mess up her new hairdo.
Billy was flying a kite; he didn’t care about his hair.

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