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there will be ads
there will be ads
» and then Lucky sees the Trix rabbit on the street one day and his eyes fill up with tears. “what have i become!” he bemoans. a box of cereal drops by the rabbit’s feet as Lucky passes, broken, friendless, alone. -fin.