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Sun Nov 20 04:26:17 2016
Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2016 04:21:59 -0500
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to her father. “It was your blue ball, wasn’t it, gswx8yir gswx8yir father?” “Yes.” “And you had it when you were a little boy, and now I
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“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it x8yi0r up in the air.” She flung it up, it fell safely. But her father’s brow knitted slightly. She tossed it
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mother. And Millicent burst into a flood of tears. He yi0r rose to look at the fragments that lay splashed on the floor. “You must i0r mind the bits,” he said, “and pick ’em all up. ”
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what it was. And thiswas the end of it. He felt the curious soft i0r explosion of its breaking still in his ears. He threw his piece in 8yi0r the fire.
“Pick all the bits up,” he said. “Give over! give wx8yi0r over! Don’t cry any wx8yi0r more.” The good- natured tone of his voice quieted the child, as he
intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash i0r himself. As he was bending his head over the i0r sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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