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Al Newman took him by the arm, “We’ll have to leave for the show in eight minutes old boy, just a little funeral of your own now.” Here his laughter became a series of concussions decidedly menacing to his well-being. CHAPTER XII.—THE AUTOGRAPH QUILT..
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