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Once uppon a time there was a little man that lived in a match box.
Its pokey carboard walls had begun to grate on his mind recently, and now his thoughts weighed heavy on the intolerable truth about his father; he was in fact
collecting baby teeth from children in shoes
. Tiny, soft canvas shoes filled to the brim with gnashers. He mediated upon this slightly surreal image and sat back as he lit a cigar, content he had done his bit for the good of mankind. But had he truly helped? The answer was of course
that air is lighter than gass, he remembered that from Grade 3 science class while developing a space elevator
that could be utilised to escape the tiresome confines of his oppresive matchbox-shaped prison once and for all.
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