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The full size stuffed Henry looked pleased with itself becase on this very tuesday
one year ago, I decided to drop my
uncle's dad's dog's best friends wife's hamster's eldest son's beard
was beautiful. 'What trickery is this?' shouted a bemused tramp.
But nobody really heard, since his mouth was occupied with a colourful collection of the Major's gall stones. Just then, one shot out and hit me on the
rusty spit valve of my trombone. Poigniancy was of the upmost, “Well” I began, “humble grumble is every boy’s dream, but have you considered how you can possibly keep your balance with such a high wind?” The bishop turned on his heels and scarpered.
the butcher
Elephant Glitter
Harold Bishop
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