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"Oh," said Tommy. "What a waste! When you're through with the book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it, and it's good for many more. I wouldn't throw it away." "Same with mine," said Margie. She was 11 and hadn't seen as many telebooks as Tommy had. He was 13. She said, 'Where did you find it?' "In my house." He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. "In the attic." "What's it about?" "School."

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「わぁ」トミーは言った。 「もったいない。読み終わった本なんて、捨てられるだけじゃん。  うちのテレビには100万冊くらいの本が内蔵されてるけど、  そっちの方がずっと無駄がないや。」 「うちのもそうだよ。」 マージーは言った。 彼女は11歳で、まだトミーほどはテレブックを読んでいなかった。 トミーは13歳である。 マージーは言った。 「その本、どこで見つけたの?」 「うち。」読むのに忙しいのか、彼は顔も上げずに手だけで示した。 「屋根裏部屋で。」 「どんなことが書いてあるの?」 「学校のこと。」 ※telebook も mechanical teacher 同様実在するものではないので、  適当な訳をつけています。

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