Keep your hands off my shoulders.
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Finishing Touches
“It’s snow use,” said Alvie; “we can’t go tonight.” And he hung up the receiver, while the fluffy flakes fell on the grass outside.
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Jewish Bees
Biz-z—Biz—Biz-ness.
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“I’m through,” cried Pedro, as he glanced over the Whiz Bang Winter Annual.
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