PARSIMONY
('Take it back, scoundrel, don't bleed
me dry by your own stingy ways.
This is one time where I'll be giving
first. I hear the rabble rousing
itself already. Everything runs.
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I'm coming through this life, and
I'll decide about it, not you. Too
much eyeshade distorts the eyes,
and you only see what you
see anyway.)'
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Now now, little one, please : take
this stammering yap away from me;
bring me some water, and a newspaper
too - anything written with words.
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