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Jgreen pea into the leather tong, "How did you expect us to get across. the ocean, we aren't like "Tut, tut," admonished the xeporter, offering him a gum drop and taking his cling shot away from him, "Don't be blasphemous. You might Jswim across. Richard Haliburton Jswam acroes the Panama Canal you know, also aces the Hellespong.
At' the mention of Haliburton's name the walking tourists grew misty-eyed. "Ab, Haliburton," they "Are you selling stamps " asked the reporter hopefully.
"Yes.. Yes. Yes." they chanted in. unison, sounding more like a college yell than 2 firmation "Here is the address of a man who. Jouys them," said the reporter as he watched them sin gleefully out of. the door with the address, in their Five minutes later he was Jawakened out of a peaceful sleep by the stentorian tones of a mass female standing in the doorway clad
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