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“ I’ d sooner have a skunk spray my pants leg,” I replied. ” “An honest day’s working time won’t hurt you, Fred. pet, eyes as deep as pools of oil, the pitchfork, the satin-lined cape, the hairy legs of a goat, talons. I hit him as hard as I couldon the side of the head, but he rolled with it, and then he dug his hand into my mouth, catching the softflesh of my check, and he literally pried my head back.
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