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plenty of work and later of course my com­ panion and I went out in the evenings on those old bicycles ...
child-bearing age after all and attractive to men and-" The speaker paused. "My friend said ...
street. "My friend told me, on that occasion in New York, that after they had embraced each other ...
army, a hundred forty­ five pounds. A stick, his mother'd wailed; my son. Some of them had ...
his spirit out into the yard. He woke and it was dark. The child was gone. "Oh my ...
A younger boy is in front of the cows, shoveling grain. "How are you, my friend?" shouts ...
the farmer to swing along. "Noticing my shoes, eh?" says Mr. Wieland. When he leans ...
menacing with your sledgehammer," said the young man. "That was my John Henry ...
he said. "It's a harrowing thing, I know. I went through this with my ...
things." Without letting go of my arm, she steered me toward the back. We went in and there you were with ...

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