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There was a boy working at the A-bomb factory who was about 17 years old. He worked shoveling up A-bombs and putting them in mining carts and sending them down. He wasn’t that bright, especially since he had to go on a rock, and if he didn’t shovel up the A-bombs quick enough they would fall and fall and fall and fall and fall. No one really knew what was past that cliff. Then a clover floated down and the rock started cracking and a piece of Uranium floated down from the heavens.
