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Johnny couldn’t help but think about the dream that he just dreamt; and how flying was a dream of his he’d someday soon attempt. But for now, his feet were grounded, and for breakfast, there were eggs; and the only way to get there was by walking with his legs. So he stretched a little more, and then he headed for his door, but abruptly he was halted by a box along the flo
