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April 17, 2025
"So I come on an' I guess Mr. Maddoc had a whole lot of questions to ask fer he ain't come yet." "I want'a know how you got them ink blots on your good clothes. Have you been a'wearin' 'em to school?" asked Mrs. Wilson. "Tut, tut," cried Maddoc, "what matter such trifles as these at this time? And now," turning to their host, "if you will honor us?".
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May 4, 2025
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May 24, 2025
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