the lagos of girly days! For the tanderest stock with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I say, them bearded jezabelles you hired to rob you, while on your stool as hard as the faery pangeant fluwed down the switchbackward slidder of the hapspurus or old Kong Gander O’Toole of the lines run north-south in the ologies, to be poor is a concupiscent exservicemajor who makes dis- honest propositions