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Slowly the group began to dwindle as some the more far-flung participants saw the need to get going so as to be home before too late. After an hour, those who hadn't already trickled out watched in awe as four or five elementary-school-aged children took over, queuing up tracks and introducing one another. They were like a well-oiled machine with their polished radio personas and grown-up charm. It was like something out of a strange dream. I don't think any of them could have been over twelve. After watching speechless for awhile, I began to feel as if I had better leave them to their business. Out on the street, we mused at our incredible luck while we waited for Ann to take us home.
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