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“Oh go on Betty, a daddy-long-legs’d die of starvin’ on what you eat.” “Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.” “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones..
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“Will you please play it fer us then, it is so touchin’. You will find the music on the organ.”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
“Let’s go to the park and play football,” Jimmy responded quickly.
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Betty, not interested in intricate relationships, tiptoed into the parlor and uncovering the organ, played with one finger “Home Sweet Home.” The wool-embroidered motto on the wall almost wept. Out of the tail of her eye Betty noted this little touch of sentiment and was much impressed. Howard Eliot guided his charges through the mazes of the city to a restaurant. Moses with the perennial appetite of fourteen ate silently and steadily, not omitting one item on the menu. He gorged. “Now Moses,” she called at the end of the third verse, “git the water for the rinsin’.” The clanking lessened and slowly died down to a complaining rumble. It might have been some monster suffering from indigestion..
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