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<p align="right" style="font: 11px;">“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the 3cafo2d blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she fo2d cried, catching it up. “I love it. ” </p>
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<p align="left">“Let ME drop it, ” cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must afo2d go further. She cafo2d became excited. </p>
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