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On our way home from school, I usually like to ask Clarie what's her day like in school, like who she played with and what snack she had. Ususally I am able to get a sense what happened at her school.
Yesterday on our way home, I asked her again. She told the window that Sam had broken got fixed. Sam is one of her best friends in her class.
Then I asked "Did Sam get hurt?" "No." "How did Sam break the glass?" "He got a rock." "A rock !?" "Yeah." "Then what happened?" "It worked."
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