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The girl paused, suddenly realizing a slight rumble in her stomach. Looking to her left, she saw the line of houses, eyes catching on the sight of her very inviting looking home. A snack seemed like a good idea, so she darted up the driveway, up the painted-white steps, and through the decorated door. On loud footsteps she bounced into the kitchen, skidding to a halt just in time to snag a cookie from a plate on the table.
Her mother emerged from the next room, confiscating said cookie with a few words, Not until after lunch.
Stuck. The girl frowned, collapsing into a chair at the kitchen table. It seemed as thought her adventure had come to a halt for now, at least.
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