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        s out of bed and o the garden below.

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        o tor. Reactle of or door. o a tumbler, tastes it, makes a face, and o ttes.

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        ted from ty hem.

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        and h rare cheeses.

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        "Sit still," ;Ill call an ambulance."

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        to uffs t on s down again.

        "Mot;

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        "Im gonna    a minute."

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        Simon goes baside and pours anot Calcuttas streets, but teeming city th life.
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