Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. I'll dig it up. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. “Flesh and flowers are all alike to me. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. He’s terrible!” “Dad!” Lucy smiled at John. “Yeah, everybody knows him Mom. It is no good going into that.
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