I guess him an' me had a great deal in common. He didn't care much for strenuous amusements. He useta sleep all winter under the stove, an' all summer under the sun's warm rays.
We had but euen pot luck, a little to moyſten our lips, and no more.
to acknowledge the being of a god
What I did to your mom last night. I think is called a rusty trombone or maybe it's a cherry cheese danish.
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