Ain't that true, Tiny? Not 'aft . I touched the throbbing gash at the back of my head andwinced. The ree fridge-a-rator people. Barring a miracle, hadn'tthat been my thought on New Year's Day as I sat on the rim of the tub,holding a damp washcloth to the cut on my forehead? Yes.
Mommy-bommy, Mike wants to talk to you. Gether in the puckies, you damn jols. They would have screamed if they'd had vocal cordsto scream with. You should have waited for me.
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