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“Fer the love o’ Mike, kid, how did you git here?” said Moses, rousing the small sleeper. “Gosh, but yer face needs warshin’.” “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.” The first act of the unwilling recruit was to bring into the house a coal-scuttle and large shovel, clanking them ominously as he walked..
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“Here, slow-pokes, drop yer carrots in this here bin.” He indicated an empty oat-bin.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
“WILLIAM TELL.
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“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily. “What’s the trouble, dear? What were you afraid of?” she enquired, as she raised him to his feet. “Here I stand upon this stage “Gosh! Wisht Betty was here right this minute. Mebbe I’m dyin’. Hope nobody starts twangin’ a harp. My nose is worser’n ever!”.
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