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“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses. “Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.” St. Elmo Mifsud, his angelic face framed in silky curls, now became the prey to the machinations of Pete Solway, who had eluded the vigilant eye of Mrs. Wopp during her dramatic recital. A roar of pain escaped the child as a sharp tweak was applied to his curls. Recalled to matters entirely mundane, the teacher administered severe reproof..
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“Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.”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
Not deigning to notice this irrelevant interruption the teacher proceeded.
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The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated. “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts. CHAPTER IV THE TWO-LIGHT TIME “We came—we came to bring these,” one ventured timidly, and lifted one end of the basket they carried between them..
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