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Reserved Seats
The Amorous One: Do you ever peep through the key-hole when I am sitting in there with your sister?
Small Brother: Sometimes. When mother ain’t there.
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Tasty Stuff
“His lips moved lazily over her face. ‘You taste so good,’ he sighed, and held her closer.”—From “This Side of Paradise.” There is a great difference in tastes, however. No person of discrimination would compare the taste of a sunkissed, flower scented maiden of the prairies with the flavor of a sootladen damsel from Pittsburgh or South Chicago.
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