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He smiled tenderly. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. He's on the ragged edge. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. He did not like it. As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. .
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