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The Relationship Between James And The Giant Peach
James and the Giant Peach
“There’s more magic and power in those things in that brown bag then in all the rest of the world put together,” The man said softly. “But, but what are they?” James murmured, finding his voice at last. “Where do they come from?” “Ah-ha,” the old man whispered, “You’d never guess that.” He was crouching a little now and pushing his face closer to James; until the tip of his long nose was actually touching the skin on James’s forehead.

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