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A SONG WRITER IN THE FAMILY 175 st It .ܐ 0 " I don't know , " I said . “ I can't ever dope it out why most pretty girls go with homely girl friends . ” " 1 guess it's the mystery of the feminine sex , ” Joey said , wrinkling his brow .
A SONG WRITER IN THE FAMILY 175 st It .ܐ 0 " I don't know , " I said . “ I can't ever dope it out why most pretty girls go with homely girl friends . ” " 1 guess it's the mystery of the feminine sex , ” Joey said , wrinkling his brow .
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“ I don't believe Will Mayes did it , ” the barber said . “ I know Will Mayes . ” “ Maybe you know who did it , then . Maybe you already got him out of town , you damn nigger - lover . ” “ I don't believe anybody did anything .
“ I don't believe Will Mayes did it , ” the barber said . “ I know Will Mayes . ” “ Maybe you know who did it , then . Maybe you already got him out of town , you damn nigger - lover . ” “ I don't believe anybody did anything .
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their iron chin be so 211 umb lid user ace bul seeking appreciation , crying , “ Naw suh , don't think he crazy , mista . ” Steve gripped Max's arm . “ Wait ! Wait ! ” he cried anxiously . " You ain't listenin ' .
their iron chin be so 211 umb lid user ace bul seeking appreciation , crying , “ Naw suh , don't think he crazy , mista . ” Steve gripped Max's arm . “ Wait ! Wait ! ” he cried anxiously . " You ain't listenin ' .
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Introduction | 1 |
A E HOLSMAN | 9 |
KARL SHAPIRO | 15 |
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