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fainted. Look at Bantam’s flowers. Gemini. He’s going to
holler. The colleen bawn. My colleen bawn. O, cheese it!
Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the
winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly

the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen.
He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the
depot. Shove him a joey and grahamise. Mare on form hot
order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a cram, that.
Gospeltrue. Criminal diversion? I think that yes. Sure
thing. Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck
copped the game. Madden back Madden’s a maddening
back. O lust our refuge and our strength. Decamping.
Must you go? Off to mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes
someone. All in if he spots me. Come ahome, our
Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna forget the cowslips
for hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal.
Jannock. Of John Thomas, her spouse. No fake, old man
Leo. S’elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers if I had.
There’s a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell? Vel, I
ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha
mishinnah. Through yerd our lord, Amen.
You move a motion? Steve boy, you’re going it some.
More bluggy drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous
stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and

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