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He had not stolen apples, he really had not; but he had been taken to the police station and his name, John Blossom, was written on the police records. Though he had not stolen apples, he had known very well that Mr. Lind and his wife would be angry if boys went on board and helped themselves to apples, even if Nils had said they might. She found the table laid for her at noon, and during her dinner she was entertained with a delightful concert, although no creature was visible. “Mother, Mother!” roared Nils. “Hurry! There are thieves at the apples! Oh, hurry!”.
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The voice of Lucy within cried out: "Is anybody there?"I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"I dunno. Maybe, an' maybe not."
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Bob got up early in order to see the Canyon at sunrise the morning after Steve Whitney went away, but found that in comparison to the sunset it was tame. Yet so inspiring was it that he was glad he had taken the trouble. The panorama spread before his eyes was one of which no other country could boast. Bob had seen pictures of it, had read about it, and had been taught about it from his geography, but nothing that he had read or heard or learned had given him even a faint idea of the glory of the thing as it actually was, no matter what time of the day it was seen. “No, four, exactly.” Bob had the good sense not to gloat openly over Jerry’s discomfiture. “But John, John! You knew perfectly well that you ought not to do that!”.
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