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first lines]
Narrator:
Hard to say when, but sometime as long ago, as the old-clay times in a certain plasticine area...
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last lines]
Narrator:
...And he went to get the New-Year tree for the third time, and finally got it, but it was already spring, and he returned it.
Man:
[
puzzled, scratching his head] I don't get nusin'.
Man:
Zet's not enuf, y'see.
Man:
[
knocking] Anybody home? Ah, who cares...
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