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... ches of trees, a group of small sparrows lined up, preening their feathers. One of them spread its wings and flew down to the ground, hopping and skipping in the snow, searching for possible food.
A hand scattered some breadcrumbs, and many sparrows gathered around. The bakery owner, wearing a cotton cap and apron, straightened up and brushed off the remaining breadcrumbs from his hand. "Screech!" The sound of bicycle brakes came, and the bundled-up paperboy took off his gloves and used ...
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