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From: | Nellie Maxwell |
Subject: | [Help-sweater] go-cart sunburnt |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 17:00:19 +0200 |
Steak and I led him out and sat him in the taxi,
and stood glumly onthe pavement. What the devil made youstart all that
uproar?
Someone standing outside the gate
calledme.
Iintend from now on to get the last ounce out of
life. I suppose youve got yourown little opinions, but I drink and smoke a bit and
take what I canget.
We shook hands and sent him in to
Stanley.
You need a sort of
baggy-kneedtemperament.
But I am no man to muzzle the ox that treadeth out
the corn. I suppose so, agreed Woggo, taking off his coat. He left hiscart outside
and turned the horse loose on the front lawn. Go in and help Uncle George, I
commanded.
She leaned against me and fumbled with the lobe of
my ear.
I will, he replied, getting up from the
bed.
The queue at the exit had broken the door down and
got away. You wouldnt do a dirty trick like that on a man! We shook hands and sent
him in to Stanley. Gotter get er air curled or erface lifted, or somethink, put in
Woggo. I waved my little hat which after all was too small. All right, Daisy, I
replied feebly, gazing up at her. It iswonderful what trouble ones little mistakes
will engender.
All this for Maureens and Georges benefit. George
hoisted Slatter on to his back and we dashed after Stanley.
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