Yo, man, Bobby was here, an' he was talkin' all kinds of shit about how many girlfriends he's had; y'all know that he ain't had a girlfriend since a girl had him.
There's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter;
they have seemed to be together, though absent, shook hands, as over a vast, and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds.
The jail staff fingerprints its inmates routinely
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