“I had no idea that it was so abominably late. Here goes. Wood, furiously. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine.
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