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“Never mind yer notes, Ebenezer, jist you sarve the pork.” “But there aren’t any deer,” the little girl objected. “What will you do for “Here, let me do that,” Harold commanded; “you go and do the rest of your work. We won’t get to play in all day. The Gang coming?”.
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