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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Collection of Beatrix Potter by Beatrix Potter: and pelted down the long white hill
towards the bridge. Little fat Pig-
wig's petticoats fluttered, and her
feet went pitter, patter, pitter, as she
bounded and jumped.
They ran, and they ran, and they
ran down the hill, and across a short
cut on level green turf at the bottom,
between pebble beds and rushes.
They came to the river, they
came to the bridge--they crossed
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