Ben and Zane had a problem. Or rather, they had no problems at all. All
their cares had been danced away. Sure, their society was a fractured
class-divided race-divided shantytown without access to electricity or felt
cleaner, but none of that seemed to matter. The Cartoncasters had each
other, they had music, and they had Hawaiian shirts as far as the eye could
see. Which was not very far, living in a dark cave and all. Down in Fraggle
Rock.
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