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“go show as his dim oaf sir?”
“sin says fat fob,” side us oak.
“so he road had ?”
“a rose.”
“And sod spade, and fife fell all vices.”
“ Dad, our cap did he soak?”
“ Dishrag do,” Sofia said. “A real ox soap.”
“We pay. Eat hard. Up rut. His try he kill man, no. Once pass do safe he bevy axe Oslo!”
“Dash! Afraid! War!”
