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Don't try this on your next date; I don't think it works very well.
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So this was her story: "There was this child once,"
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she said, turning over on her stomach,
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"that nobody cared if it lived or died.
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Its kin sent it around from one to another of them and finally
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to its grandmother who was a very evil woman,
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and she couldn't stand to have it around
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because the least good thing made her break out in these whelps.
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She would get all itchy and swole.
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Even her eyes would itch her and swell up and there wasn't nothing
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she could do but run up and down the road shaking her hands and cursing,
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and it was twicet as bad when this child was there.