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nothing broke, her it bones made out of Jell-O, I suspect,

For what it’s worth,” said Tom, “there’s the whole thing in a nutshell.”

“Looks like a milk shake been left out in the sun for forty years.“

Ten thousand dollars in personal suffering.

Her tongue tasted like a dust mop.

“It wasn’t clumsiness that caused my calamities,

”<…>Lady, look here, I bought those books for my boy cousin, Raoul. He’s just ten and goes around looking in hats for rabbits.<…>
“Wouldn’t believe you on a stack of Bibles.”
“..anyway. I love to fun about the witch thing. The ladies all yodeled when I explained about my dark powers. Wish you’d been there.”

“Considering you been president of the Honeysuckle Ladies Lodge since the Civil War, it seems, I’ll put it to you bang on the nose, have you used witchcraft all these years to spell the ladies and win the ayes-have-it?”
“Do you doubt it for a moment, lady?” said Mrs. Goodwater.

“All there was to it at the Sandwich Club was me sitting there with a ham and pickle sandwich, and I said right out loud, “At last I’m going to get my witch’s diploma. Been studying for years!”