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But now, with nobody

there to cry, moan and make

a scandal, it was all his! He

opened the freezer door

with care. The glossy, white

door would not budge. He

tried again, this time with a

teeny bit more effort. Not

even a sound. The door

seemed as solid as a large

boulder, out in the desert. He

frowned. His brown, furry

eyebrows seemed to slant down towards his nose.

Annoyed, Bob held out both hands, stood with one

foot bent, slightly behind the other, made a groaning sound

(similar to the noise of the weight lifters in his computer

games) and pushed with all his might.

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