Altho I hankerd intensly arter the objeck of my affecshuns, I
darsunt tell her of the fires which was rajin in my manly Buzzum.
I'd try to do it but my tung would kerwollup up agin the roof of my
mowth stick thar, like deth to a deseast Afrikan or a country
postmaster to his offiss, while my hart whanged agin my ribs like a
old fashioned wheat Flale agin a barn floor.
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