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Turns out the music police even have a law about humming.
Rufus thinks that humming was probably invented by the pilgrims so they wouldn’t have to learn the words to all those old, boring hymns, but my friend Schuster thinks he’s confusing humming with lying, and singing with men remembering the date of their wedding anniversary.
Henry had no idea who he was, although occasionally he’d catch himself humming along to some tune that must have been him at one time or another.
Timmy, a previously uncaring little boy, watched mortified as the turtle became covered in a crazy, multicoloured blanked of humming, tear-supping butterflies.
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