And the principal ran after them as fast as she could on her very short legs:
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P> p.s. I first made this story up for a kid named Azure Ware, from Minneapolis, MN. I was telling stories at her school and there were big piles of bricks all over because the school was getting fixed. If it ever gets to be a book, Azure will be the kid in the book.
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