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Sam turned as white as the sails. "The sugar barrel is REALLY nasty, guys. They put you in a barrel."
"So?" I said. "That doesn't sound so bad."
Sam continued. "Yeah, but the barrel is all sticky inside, and they seal you in there for hours to get hotter and hotter and hotter in the sun. It's virtually impossible to breathe in there."
"Okay," I had to agree, "THAT sounds bad."
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