[The camera turns on to a wide-shot of Irene's room. In the background, a blur of limbs, hair, and fabric dashes back and forth across the field of view, singing tuneless snatches of some song. The shape bolts towards the camera and is resolved - a little girl, about six, with a wild tangle of brown hair and a reckless grin. She's barefoot, but
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I used to have a bunch! But they're at home.
[There is a pause, and then she slowly emerges from the bedclothes, looking troubled and pushing the hair from her face, as if she has just realized something]
Where am I?
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[Suddenly the thought strikes her, and it is a magnificent realization]
SKY-BOAT?
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Did you eat all the sugar in the pantry? I- my brother did that once.
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[Aaaand then back to spastic Irene] Is there sugar?
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Anyway. It just gives you a tummy ache and then you can't have dinner.
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[Irene tugs on a lock of hair, then pops it absently into her mouth] Oh. [She weighs the options in her mind, then says] Sugar is better than dinner, though.
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