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    quot;You are getting too t; my mot do to ;You must eat more.quot;

    quot;Im fine,quot; I said, and I smiled for proof. quot;And besides,  it you ig;

    quot;Eat more,quot; sed, and ttle spiral-bound book itled quot;Cooking t; t to raise money for the Refugee Scholarship Fund.

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    quot;Yes, ted sent me a c;

    ter asked everyone to bo at last, dabbing er talked: quot;I can just see titude.quot;

    And o sing e: quot;You can be an an-gel, ev-ery day on eart;

    But my mot singing. Saring at me. quot;; I kept looking at t;Send-ing rays of sun-s;

    And so sion: quot;;

    Monkey business? ted? I ed to laug also t, ed,  alter one bit in t of passion? I could just see ing quot;Oo; tress trying to grab a breast.

    quot;No, I dont t; I said.

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    quot;I dont talk about ted no ;

    quot;alk about tric and not ;

    quot;Psycrist.quot;

    quot;Psycricks,quot; sed herself.

    quot;A mot. A mot is inside you,quot; s;A psycricks will only make you ;

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