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"Okay, Entendu.
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Now hop, hop, hop, Lenore,
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or you'll get soaked."
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A storm of sobs was filling my chest.
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She bared her teeth
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and after her adorable schoolgirl fashion leaned forward,
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and away she sped, my bird.
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Miss Lester's finely groomed hand held the porch door open
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for a wobbling old dog qui prenait son temps.
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Lo was waiting for me near the ghostly birch tree.
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"I'm drenched," she declared at the top of her voice.
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"Are you glad? To hell with the play!