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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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did she get it?
She must have; there was a five-dollar bill paper-clipped to the note the next morning. (You can get a lot for teeth in the city...)
$5! HOly cow. That's inflation.
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