Every morning during the summer a bunch of morning-glories, wet with dew, adorned the breakfast table. Blue and pink and white, they seemed the very spirit of morning freshness and sweetness.
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dear-lottery-guessing-group-whatsapp “Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”.
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