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Once upon a time, in numberland, there was a land where only superrectangles were allowed.
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Hmm... Oh, hello 20! how are you?
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Fine, thanks. Can I come in?
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Twelve was the guard of Rectangland.
She made sure that only superrectangles were in Rectangland.
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Sure, as long as you can make 6 or more rectangles.
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Ok. (Makes 1x20, 2x10, 4x5, 5x4, 10x2, 20x1.)
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!
Congrats, 20, you're a superrectangle, so you can come in.
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Heck yeah! (runs in) Hi 18, 30, 40, and 50!
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'Sup?
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Hi, 20.
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I never knew you were a superrectangle!
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Yeah, even I'm suprised!
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I'll invite 60, 70, 80, 90, and 100!
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Narrator
So she called them.
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What?
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You're partying in Rectangland?
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That seems like fun!
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We'll come over right now!
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One of us might bring cake!
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60, 70, 80, 90, 100
(giggles)
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Great news! They're coming over!
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Did I hear cake?
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Narrator
And they partied.
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The end.