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Moses returned to work with jelly and soot mingling in a purple streak on cheek and chin. As the party, now restored to composure, left the garden, Mrs. Mifsud remarked with her usual aptness, “I occasionally experience premonitions, Mrs. Wopp, that St. Elmo will some day attain celebrity as a clairvoyant.” “Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated..
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“Git in there, an’ no nonsense,” ordered Moses, who was chafing at the delay.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
“Smile, Moses, dern yer empty corn-cob face! Smile!” shouted one.
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“Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud. Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster. “Bully for you, Ladybird. I’ve got a backer you see, sister.” “Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”.
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