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207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. She wanted to be alone. Her hormones were raging stupidly. “Hey John, how’s it going?” “Hey Michelle. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. 1. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t. . ‘That’s right, you bone idle do-nothings.
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