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"Is it ever going to stop raining, Grandma?" she asked. It had been raining hard for three days. "This was supposed to be a vacation." "I hope it ends soon," Grandma said. "I don't know if the Acorn River can take much more." Grandma looked worried. Most of the time, the Acorn River was a nice, slow river, lazy as a cat in the sunshine. Now it was full and raging. | |||||
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