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_ 'We were halfway to China,' the co-pilot wrote,' when the Nips took some potshots. The baby stopped crying and looked with wonder at the laughter. ! _'You_ name it, then—I want it named. 'You are my work of art,' Wilbur Larch told Homer Wells.

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