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Once upon a time my hand went to New York. I was looking for it everywhere. It was my left hand, Lucy. My right hand  called Rory went out to look for Lucy.  She was nowhere to be found. I started to worry. Then I stopped worrying and asked , “where is Lucy’s  favourite place?” Then I remembered .  It’s New York. So we went there, Rory and I. There we found  Lucy  on the top of a tall  building.I brought her home ,safe and sound  and she was grounded for three years.

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