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"What do you mean by it, sir?" demanded the general, moustache quivering and lip trembling. Clive braced himself for the coming onslaught, promising himself
that no matter what, he would remain true to his favorite teddy bear. Sure enough,
until one night while I slept, it tried to kill me. Luckily, my bladder woke me up before the crime was committed
and before any evidence was created, they were able to figure out who was thinking about carrying out a dastardly deed. They were going to selfishly
take all that he owned, including
his treasured pair of authentic Liza Minelli tap shoes and a glittering sequined coat once worn by Liberace himself.
