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“Yes, now. Once she must have been about the same size, you know.” She stood behind the child caressing her cheek. “Yes; he’d lick him too, if Flash wasn’t Tom’s body-guard.” “Don’t you remember the first day I went to school, he took me between his knees,—I was a little kid then,—and said, ‘Billy, if I[133] know that you ever jump on a boy first to fight him, I’ll lick you. And if another boy jumps on you first, and you don’t fight back, no matter how big he is, I’ll lick you then.’”.
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