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He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. When I realized that she was a liar and a mean bitch I broke it off with her for good.
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