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The Tortoise and the Hare

Mar 7, 2018
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The tortoise and the hare were best friends.

Inseparable.


One day, the hare realized the top of a shrub was within reach —but the tortoise could only touch the roots.

Still, they were best friends.


The next day, the hare’s pace quickened, leaving the tortoise behind in her world.

And still, they remained best friends.




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