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A sanitation worker took pity

on me and offered me a ride

uptown on the back

of his garbage truck.

I couldn’t afford to be

choosy, so I pinched my nose

and scurried on board. What

a stench!

I got to Central

Park on time, but I smelled

like a garbage can!

I had to find Mrs. Smith here, I just

had to. Then I’d finally be able to go to the

MacMouses’ apartment and relax. I started

daydreaming about

how my relatives

would happily

welcome me . . . I’d

take a nice hot

bubble bath . . . I’d

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