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“Shame on you Moses, rampagin’ an’ bellerin’ there like a gang of coyotes,” remonstrated his mother. “Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty. As the story became more intelligible to childish apprehension, several bright pairs of eyes rested on the teacher. “Then,” continued Mrs. Wopp, “the sailors carst lots to see who should be throwed orf the ship, an’ the lot fell on Joner.”.
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"And why not, may I ask, David?"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 don't think so," replied Etwald, dryly. "I saw her do it. So did David."
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“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.” “Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty. “O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. “Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned..
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