Once there was a boy named Bob who had a big tea cup for big cups of tea. Bob went to the store for some milk for his tea but they didn’t have any at all. Bob was so mad at the people at the store he had to do something, but what? I got it! I will spy on them so I can get my milk from the store when the milk truck comes. But what about my tea cup for tea time I don’t care at all about tea time any more. The next day Bob got his milk for his tea when he hijacked the truck. Now he drinks his tea in prison.
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