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She was sitting on the sofa with the balloon in her hand, making it go up and down, when suddenly it got away and followed the expected fate of an escaping freshly Helium-filled balloon: . . . . flying up to the ceiling. |
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Instantly, she jumped down the sofa and looked under it, recalling that objects usually fall down. Her astonished look when she failed to find the balloon down there was priceless! |