Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road.,
In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,
“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”.
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