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"Don't kill me," he begged in a trembling whisper, "I've been in this dungeon for years."
so he took her out and they danced and pranced the night away..
last chance for romance!
Too bad he was a gypsy, wandering from sea to shining sea with his string band.
The starfish bobbed along in the shallow water, as he kicked the sand
he fell over, face first. It wouldn't have been funny usually, except he'd had a swagger on, trying to look impressive. Thus, his fall from grace was total, and the whole beach stood, pointed, and wept with laughter.
