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The little red caboose always came last. By the time the little red caboose came along, the boys and girls were turning away. "How I wish I were a big black engine, puffing and chuffing way up at the front of the train!
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Resolved, effortless, unpretentious and intimate.
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On Open Library, 7 have read it and 13 want to.
“The little red caboose always came last.”
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