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got the gift of the gab. \"Good morning, Lucy\". ‘Very inventive. ToC
As soon as he was liberated by his persecutors, Mr. ’
‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. "
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good as my word. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. Creeping along quickly on his hands and
knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. ”
“It isn’t,” said Mr. ”
They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull
trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror
puddles in its wake.
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