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"Time for hot cocoa and then a spot of croquet after we visit the Queen of Silver Foxes!" said the butler, a furry golden retriever in a blue and green brocade frock coat. "Marshmallows or a peppermint stick?" he inquired. "Thank you, marshmallows please." I replied. He grabbed a handful of puffy sugar pillows and stuffed them into the large mug,
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My story seems to be quite heart-broken at the moment and vulnerable to suggestion. Why just a little bit ago it tried to propose marriage to the duck suggesting that the clock could perform the ceremony. If it weren't for the interruption of the dishwasher, who knows what progeny could have spewed forth?
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