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Third Childhood

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One fine morning, after I had been dressed and washed, (or washed and dressed, I should say), by the kind young man (Henry, I believe) who works the day shift here, and I had been wheeled out to a tantalizing breakfast of sugared mush, I got the horrible news that this was the day we were all going to the carnival...

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