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The strong forms that's the man who shot him that book belongs to me. I know that Are you the William Shakespeare? I? Dare they had the most awful raw Don't give it to us give it to them Them as asks no questions. Here's no lies Look there. He is over there There goes my last penny Who are you giving those flowers to they got up to all kinds of mischief So you told the Joneses, but not us He's not going with you. He's coming with us What's the only left in the bottle? I told you there was Were you talking to me? I didn't know where you were Would you mind controlling your dog? Yes, I jolly well would You think you know everything No, I was talking to you Your apples are rather small I wouldn't like to be in your shoes