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smashed to smithereens.
I thought, somebody has to look after this teeny tiny
unhatched chick.
I stopped running and I
waited for my brown speckly egg to stop wobbling on my spoon. Then I held my spoon
VERY, VERY carefully and I set off towards the finish line.
I was so worried about that
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