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The next morning Miss Puella skipped happily down the stairs to the kitchen. She put a pitcher of Orange Juice on the table and got two plates from the cupboard, for her and Mr. Puer.
Then one day Mr. Puer approached Miss Puella with a purpose in his eye. He clasped her hand and asked if she would marry him. Of course, she agreed. And so, amongst the buttercups and under a leafy canopy, they were married. And all was because of Mr. Rutabaga.
The End
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