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“I mix up words that way sometimes, too,” the child excused. “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.” “Heavens to Betsey! We’ll do it!”.
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"What is it you would say?" exclaims Mona, threatingly, turning towards him a lovely face she vainly tries to clothe with anger.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
Mona is looking up to it now, with a rapt, pensive gaze, her great blue eyes gleaming beneath its light. She is sitting upon the side of the hill, with her hands clasped about her knees, a thoughtful expression on her lovely face. At each side of her, sitting bolt upright on their huge haunches, are the dogs, as though bent on guarding her against all evil.
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“Glory must git better, nothin’s no fun no more,” blurted Moses. Betty was still faintly laughing at Moses’ spirited retort to his mother’s observations on his singing. “To the park!” Billy shouted, his heart thumping with joy. The first act over, a troop of black-faced comedians occupied the stage..
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