Kevin pounded his fists into the desk and started crying. “You just hate me,” he wailed. Mrs. Pascual put her book down and said to her class, “Please raise your hand if you think that I hate Kevin.”
In the studs of persons of quality in Ireland, where care is taken, […] we see horses bred of excellent shape, vigour, and size.
Then she gave a little sigh and said: “Ah, well! We did our best, the dear knows.”
I've got nish to say to you. You can save your breath.
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