“Are you sure, my boy? I’ll go with you—”
Raja567, He placed them before him, Rain and Storm, took his great golden horn of plenty under his arm, stepped on the wheeled board, signalled the super, and rolled on, driving the crouching pair in front of him with pelting showers’ of rose leaves, and landing at his station just as the chorus filed in. The gray pair threw their shrouding mantles over the truck, and still crouching pushed it out of sight; and the spectators, believing they had laughed in the wrong place, cheered vociferously, and never knew the difference.
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Raja567 Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road..
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