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Trudy grabbed the fish and ran. She felt the dishtowel snapping at her
heels as she raced through
the market, dodging shoppers and leaping over boxes of fruit. The chase
went on until they came
to a hill. At the bottom of the hill was the sea. A long pier stretched
out into the water.
"If he keeps chasing me, I'll have to swim for it," thought
Trudy, "and I don't know how to swim!"
But the man in the apron was out of breath. He turned back and trudged
up the hill, wiping his brow.
Trudy stopped at the pier. She put the fish down and rested.
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