The little girl next door was an avid “Beatle” fan, both of the shaggy-haired and the crawling type. She was as happy with her record collection as she was with her bug collection. I was very surprised, therefore, to see her looking so sad and on the verge of tears one day that I asked her what was wrong.
“My praying mantis just died”, she said sadly.
“Oh, that’s too bad”, I said consoling her. “How long did you have it?”
“Twenty minutes”, she said
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