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One day Mr. Bliss looked out of the window early in the morning. "Of course it is!" said the Girabbit. All days were fine to him for his skin was of mackintosh, and he had made a deep, deep, hole in the ground, and he was blind, so he never knew whether the sun was shining or not. As a matter of fact he usually went to bed after breakfast and got up for supper, so that he knew very little about the daytime. |
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