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With a musical voice, the nurse announced, "Pieces of you will remember the fickle finger of pain"
I wished that I could use that finger to itch my back. I had rubbed against some poison ivy while I was
attempting to pull out the corn plants, right out of the ground!What are you doing!? "I'm bitchy and itchy
with a small case of bam-nitchy! 'how do ya like them apples'? enquired richard the king of
England.The underground race evolved from a small group of humans, who fled below out of desperation; they prowl the sewers and railway tunnels; they eat tramps,so avoid the Tube's Northern Line at night!
'Well I'll be damned here comes that ghost once again begging for more!'
'I want moooore sir!'
