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Auftragstext:
I am walking down the street in New York City to meet my mother. All of a sudden, I think where are my shoes? My favorite blue flip-flops? I MUST have shoes - can't go barefoot, it's not right. Ah ha, I'll have to BUY some. (Kinda pleased with myself for figuring this out). I go into a store. They have other flip-flops, not like mine, but I buy some. Suddenly I realize that I have mine, and have apparently had them all along. They are in my hand.
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