Subject: ietf-dkim-archive you will never be small again

From: "Helen Langston" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 26 Jan 2018 17:30:53 -0500

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"I just take this before bed and im never small"

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said Uncle Rufus, slowly, I'd say dat mebbe I could put him in one oh de hen runs. We don't need 'em both jest now. Goody! cried Tess and Dot, clapping their hands. Let's, Ruthie! The older sister's doubts were overborne. She agreed to the proposal, while Agnes said: We might as well have a goat. We have a pig 'most every day. That pig of Mr. Con Murphy's is always coming under the fence and tearing up the garden. A goat could do no more harm. But we don't want the place a menagerie, objected

ledge which ran around the house under the second story windows. It took the reckless girl but a moment to get out upon this ledge. To tell the truth she had tried this caper before&mdash;but never at such an early hour. Clinging to the window frame, she leaned outward, and grasped with her other hand a laden, limb. The peaches were right before her; but she could not pluck them.

Ruth. Dot said, gravely, Maybe the goat and the pig will play together, and so the pig 't do so much damage. The next time that pig comes in here, I'm going right around to Mr. Con Murphy and complain, declared Agnes, with emphasis. Oh! we don't want to have trouble with any neighbor, objected Ruth, quickly. My! you'd let folks ride right over you, said Agnes, with scorn for Ruth's timidity. I don't think that poor cobbler, Mr. Murphy, will ride over me&mdash;unless he rides on his pig, laughed