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itzy looked at his mother’s face. She looked very sad.
“I guess you think that I shouldn’t keep the Ball-Bloop, Mommy,” he sighed.
Mrs. Levinson nodded her head.
“But I’ve always wanted a Ball-Bloop,” he moaned. “Now that I got one, how can I just throw it away?”
Mrs. Levinson put her hand on her son’s shoulder.
