Aunt Kipp
by Louisa May Alcott “Children and fools speak the truth.” I “What’s that sigh for, Polly dear?” “I’m tired, mother, tired of working and waiting.
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by Louisa May Alcott “Children and fools speak the truth.” I “What’s that sigh for, Polly dear?” “I’m tired, mother, tired of working and waiting.
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by H.G. Wells Bru-a-a-a. I listened, not understanding. Wa-ra-ra-ra. “Good Lord!” said I, still only half awake. “What an infernal shindy!” Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ta-ra-rra-ra. “It’s enough,”
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