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The little girl ran out of the house squealing. “Buttons, buttons, lalala,” she sang loudly. She shook the button jar she was holding with every note. “Buttons are pretty, buttons are mine…” Mem the evil fairy sat up and scowled. The sun was barely up. Who comes running around