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Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. I need you every day. “Was it terrible for you after he died?” “Don’t worry yourself about it John. "Yes; but what is good isn't always proper.
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