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She filled the balloon with one puff of air at a time
It kept growing
Bigger and bigger until it couldn’t expand
The tight round shape gleaned as the light from the room danced off its rubbery frame
She kept going
Pushing more and more air into the now too delicate round structure
It could take no more
Pop
And there it lay
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