Semolina pranced through the fields of bliss, licking an ice cream cone. On her way to school she stopped to feed the hobo, and help Fat Joey carry his textbooks. She arrived late, but the teacher, grinning with a slightly reprimanding air, did not mark her tardy. After lunch, Semolina recycled her half-eaten organic sandwich. “Life is precious and beautiful!” she exclaimed with glee. Semolina Pilchard lived in a utopian world, where all drama and conflict was sucked dry from the scrupulously clean earth. Unfortunately, everyone died of boredom.
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