Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. “They’d better not,” said Hetty. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. You're in luck to-night, widow.
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