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| sHE have colds and sneezes, I make her weaR mask. |
She have the poor humor. I'm easy going nice to all people I see. "hello, chum", "let me talk to you, young honeys" and so forth. She not laugh much, like when I bump head on door, then, or put shirt on outside in. Not when I make humorous wisecracks like "Dear corn chip love of mine, if you say to me that I am a Rake, then what that make of you, the multiple choose of farm implement - Shovel, Pitchfork, or the Hoe?" My ribs bust with the laughing. She stare with no blinking of the blue eyes.
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