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File1:

Stanley kept his mouth shut most of the time. He didn't talk too much to any
of the boys, afraid that he might say the wrong thing. They called him
Caveman and all that, but he couldn't forget that they were dangerous, too.
They were all here for a reason. As Mr. Sir would say, this wasn't a Girl
Scout camp.

Stanley was thankful that there were no racial problems. X-Ray, Armpit, and
Zero were black. He, Squid, and Zigzag were white. On the lake they were all
the same reddish brown color- the color of dirt.

He looked up from his hole to see the water truck and its railing dist cloud.
His canteen was still almost a quarter full. He quickly drank it down, then
took his place in line, behind Magnet and in front of zer. The air was thick
with heat, dust, and exhaust fumes.

File2:

The water hole was now almost as large as the holes he had dug back at Camp
Green Lake. It contained almost two feet of murky water. Stanley had dug it
all himself. Zero offered to help, but Stanley thought it better for Zero to
save his strength. It was a lot harder to dig in water than it was in a dry
lake.

Stanley was surprised that he himself hadn't gotten sick- either from the
sploosh, the dirty water, or from living from onions. He used to get sick
quite a lot at home.

Both boys were barefoot. They had washed their socks. All their clothes were
very dirty, but their socks were definitely the worst. They didn't dip their
socks into the hole, afraid to contaminate the water. Instead they filled the
jars and poured the water over their dirty socks.

File3:

This is pretty much the end of the story. The reader probably still has some
questions, but unfortunately, from here on in, the answers tend to be long and
tedious. While Mrs. Bell, Stanley's former math teacher, might want to know
the percent change in Stanley's weight, the reader probably cares more about
the change in Stanley's character and self-confidence. But those changes are
subtle and hard to measure. There is no simple answer.

Even the contents of the suitcase turned out to be somewhat tedious. Stanley's
father pried it open in his workshop, and at first everyone gasped at the
sparkling jewels. Stanley thought he and Hector had become millionaires.
But the jewels were of poor quality, worth no more than twenty thousand
dollars.

Underneath the jewels was a stack of papers that had once belonged to the
first Stanley Yelnats. These consisted of stock certificates, deeds of trust,
and promissory notes. They were hard to read and even more difficult to
understand. Ms. Morengo's law firm spent more than two months going
through all the papers.

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