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“But,” says Harry, “wutchin', I'll allow;
But me or Jack?”—“It's Nessy now,
Nessy,” I says; “aw that's the warp
She's agate of now; so you'd batthar look sharp.”
But me or Jack?”—“It's Nessy now,
Nessy,” I says; “aw that's the warp
She's agate of now; so you'd batthar look sharp.”
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