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Chapter Seventeen
was going to happen. Being wished around is no joke. For five minutes Dorothy thought. Then, standing in the middle of the road, she made her wish in a clear distinct voice. It was not a very
long wish. To be exact, it had only eight words. Eight—short—little words! But stars! No sooner were they out of Dorothy's mouth than the earth opened with a splintering crash and swallowed up the whole company!
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