Then I saw Mrs. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. “Dear John,” she whispered. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. A paralyzing horror was upon her.
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