The Ballad of the Sad Café-2
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Miss Amelia and ting nor spoke. t him.
quot;I am ing for Miss Amelia Evans.quot;
Miss Amelia pus;;
quot;Because I am kin to ; the hunchback said.
tumpy MacP Miss Amelia.
quot;ts me,quot; s;;
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t into a long rigmarole, mentioning names and places t o teners on to o do . quot;So Fanny and Marters. And I am t ; doo unfasten case. y sparrorembling. t looked like parts out of a se out an old pograp;ture of my moter.quot;
Miss Amelia did not speak. So side, and you could tell from s. Stumpy MacPook tograp out to. It ure of ttle c tiny migure in anyones album.
Stumpy MacP back . quot;; he asked.
tain. quot;I raveling.quot;
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It a common to o tore at midnig doo.
At last one of t;Ill be damned if a regular Morris Finestein.quot;
Everyone nodded and agreed, for t is an expression ain special meaning. But