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sky so afternoon me pointed against came too blowing bus upon morning In the morning I felt stupid with tiredness. The wind had died. The sky was blue and calm. Sheets of light poured from the _51_, and the sight of a tree, white_52_ the sun, its branches swollen with buds, worried _53_ in a strange and painful way. Something will happen today, I thought, as I climbed on the_54_. Something will happen. The bus jolted forward. The smell of wet gloves and peanuts _55_ to me. Diane Lucas sat down next to me and told me about the wind _56_ the roof off her cousin Eddy's barn last night. "They came banging on our door at three o'clock in the _57_ ,” she said happily. I nodded, looking at her little _58_ chin and delicate white teeth. In school, the morning passed slowly. The classrooms were all _59_ hot. I leaned my head on my hand. I couldn't remember why I had been so worried, _60_ feverish with excitement. I drew rows of little cups across a piece of paper and wrote CHOCOLATE PUDDING, shading the letters carefully.


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