For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. The faithful fellow will never leave me. “I should like you to come here,” she said. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. ” He uttered thoughtfully. “Thank you. The first peg was torture. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. " "Be handy, then," rejoined Terence, "or, I'll lose my share of the smart money.
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