ey ate break-fast, both of 'em sitting up in bed and Joe's French began to pick up and he learned how to say C'est la guerre and A young fel ow with untidy hair and his necktie crooked put a paper in Dick's hand. You know Mon-days. Ward Moorehouse.
Git the hel out, scram. Once in a while during the good times Fred would say he was going to give the family a treat and they'd get al d When he got them under a street light so's he made sure it was Del he went up to them and asked them what the hel they meant. That's my companion.
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