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“They’re a regular Damon and Pythias, aren’t they? And we’ll have Flash for the Polar Bear, in the circus, and Tom for the Royal Bengal Tiger, the baby tiger, you know.” “How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp. “Don’t Job look jist like Mariar Mifsud goin’ to meetin’,” gurgled Betty..
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No beauty, no talent, has power aboveI 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
“Hurray!” called Bob, who was in the lead. “There she is.”
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School having been closed a week for repairs Miss Gordon had brought Betty to the shining city of her childish dreams. “Yeh, Mar says I’m a reglar jographer I like it so much.” “Moses, you git to the barn an’ hunt the aigs, an’ min’ you look in the haystack; that ole yaller hen has been wantin’ ter set in the nigh corner of it.” “No, I didn’t forget; the water was low, and I left it running on purpose. But it’s that west wind; she’s a hummer. She can pump faster ’n the old waste pipe can discharge.”.
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