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“Arsk a blessin’, Ebenezer.” “Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” “Come, come! We can’t be cremated while we wait. Mush!”.
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"Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!"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
"Nothing more can be done to-night," said Jen, gloomily. "The men have returned dead tired, but they have seen nothing and no one."
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“Oh, Betty,” he begged, “Pease dive me some.” Off they bounded, side by side, through the fragrant spring evening. The red of the western sky touched to brighter rosiness their glowing cheeks, tinted Jean’s wind-blown hair with gold. As they neared the town she shot ahead in a last ambitious spurt, wheeled and faced him as he came up. “‘Magine huntin’ Joner in Mifsud’s woods.” Betty dimpled at the thought. “He was more like to find a coyote or stir up a bee’s nest. My! St. Elmo must of et a sight o’ berries to git so smeared.” “Do you know how ice cream is made, May Nell?” Jimmy asked to break the oppression..
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