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As that long-suffering Mrs. Wopp wiped up the last traces of the chase she observed, “Moses’ footprints is twict as big as Betty’s, but hern is twict as many. They’ll shore git inter jist as much mischief, but Praise be! They’re both toein’ in the right d’rection.” Why, it was going to be fine to work! Why had she not known it before? “Try a mile with this can and see where you come out in the race.”.
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"Got enough?" asked Billy pleasantly.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
Mr Lawrence exclaimed: "Oh, it's you! What do you want?"
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“Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” “Land o’ Goshen, child,” shrieked Mrs. Wopp throwing up her hands in dismay, “whatever hev you been doin’ to yerself. You look jist like a wooden Injin. I wouldn’t of knowed you ef I’d met you in the streets of Judear.” “Gee whack! That’s the hardest work of all,” Billy complimented. “Elmo saw some gween and white faywies,” he fabricated, “and wanted Mudgie to see them too.”.
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