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Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. She put her mouth on him. "Was I out of my head?" "Yes. “What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. “Sure, are you sure you’re okay?” He exited off the highway onto a quiet road and pulled over. ” They eyed her incredulously. No, don’t let me call myself that.
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