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Swish, boom, boom! Ceron was bumping and moving around in his room. "What is all that noise over my head? “Ceron! You're supposed to be in bed!"
Ceron's mom reminded him of his bedtime.
Every night, it is the same old rhyme.
Ceron was running late; the clock read five minutes after eight. "Five more minutes!" Ceron pleaded." Five more minutes was all that he needed.
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