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“Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.” “Yes, Mosey, I jist want to go to my mornin’-glory garding to tell it good-night.” She rubbed her sleepy tear-stained eyes. “Howard Eliot may larf, but I think these writin’s is real clever.” Mrs. Wopp grew thoughtful, “Moses’ Aunt Lucindy’s cousin, by marriage, had talents fer literatoor. But the pore girl married an undertaker an’ she writ no more.”.
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“I love, thou lovest, he loves,” said Clarence, scornfully, in answer to this preposterous question.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
“Billy Boy, it’s fine! It’s splendid! But it’s so big I’m afraid Buzz will be scared.”
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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” “Don’t nobody start ‘Greenland Icy Mountings’ round here,” objected Moses. “I got orl the cool drarfts I need comin’ through this here hole in my shirt.” “Mrs. Bennett, you must unpack it alone, mamma said.” Mrs. Wopp’s eyes fell on the stained shawl..
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