I AM CALLED “STORK”
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tertaining and was smiling.
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“ter of masters Bied t picture,” I said. “For a urists stopped imitating t of Biion and urists, including myself, can draure of a horse?”
“I once sa a great teaced to my late hoja.”
I didn’t knorange Creatures seriously, and droerms ture copy. I came up ernative, and t o drop my spoon and quit ter idied up and doing anytened to the silence.
Later, I removed t it it upon table. Next, I placed tration and t, I a