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At That Point Ms Fox Came In And Said, "hello, Carry On As If I Am Not Here." Then She Lay Down On The Floor.

Dance Of The Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, That's Got A Nice Ring To It.

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

Vaisey Looked Like A Startled Earwig.

My Cousin Georgia Says That Boys Are Like Gazelles. She Says The Get Alarmed When They Get Close To Girls. And They Have To Leap Off Into The Woods Like Gazelles In Trousers. Or Have I Just Made That Up?