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She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. " "I, a thief?" "Aye; thief, Roundhead and all. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. Felix.
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