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Phineas crept through his eerie basement, looking around. He was told part of his childhood was here. There was an odd assortment of junk in the room, old pots with wilting flowers and mismatched gears. The ornate light fixtures hanging in the basement cast flecks of gold light over the floor. He saw several large boxes, and he wondered what on earth they could have housed in their glory. Moving on, he nearly tripped over an old pair of large, feathery dress-up wings. He looked out the window and saw his grandparents waving to him, and as he waved back, he thought, One day, that'll be me.

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rdfs:comment	Phineas crept through his eerie basement, looking around. He was told part of his childhood was here. There was an odd assortment of junk in the room, old pots with wilting flowers and mismatched gears. The ornate light fixtures hanging in the basement cast flecks of gold light over the floor. He saw several large boxes, and he wondered what on earth they could have housed in their glory. Moving on, he nearly tripped over an old pair of large, feathery dress-up wings. He looked out the window and saw his grandparents waving to him, and as he waved back, he thought, One day, that'll be me.
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abstract	Phineas crept through his eerie basement, looking around. He was told part of his childhood was here. There was an odd assortment of junk in the room, old pots with wilting flowers and mismatched gears. The ornate light fixtures hanging in the basement cast flecks of gold light over the floor. Heavy drops splattered the windows as Phineas walked through the basement, shivering. He passed a Ferris wheel in an old, algae-infested fish tank and continued on through the dank place. Once or twice Phineas thought he saw rain shimmering on the cold stone walls. How come no one told him his basement was this creepy? He saw several large boxes, and he wondered what on earth they could have housed in their glory. Moving on, he nearly tripped over an old pair of large, feathery dress-up wings. He looked out the window and saw his grandparents waving to him, and as he waved back, he thought, One day, that'll be me. Phineas noticed a large purply umbrella that appeared to be laying on something. Standing on a box and carefully picking it up, he found a tiny little matchbox car. He smiled, but felt a sense of anticlimax. This was what he was searching for? He grasped the tiny metallic car and, climbing the stairs back up his basement, vowed never to go back unless it was life-threatening.

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