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33884	Gates, Eleanor	Alec Lloyd, Cowpuncher			.txt	text/plain	62419	7274	102	"Wal, Young-Man-That-Flies-Like-A-Bird?" I says, "_Teeth!_" says the ole man, like he didn't believe it. fer the Bar Y mail.) The parson got off a long letter to a feller at wasn't a darned good _reason_ fer the parson not wearin' duds like "Ladies and gents," says the ole feller, talkin' like his wanted t' work fer her ole man, 'r 'd just as lief do _me_ a good turn. "Cupid," says Billy, lookin' anxious like, "don't you git you'self "Alec," says the little gal, "I been tole (Rose tole me) how you like likely t' think 'most _any_ ole thing," he says. "Cupid," he says, "us fellers don't like t' git you And they was one fer Mrs. Trowbridge, too, he says; did I want to look at it? Then, I says, "I ain't a-goin' t' ride fer "One of these times," I says, "she'll come t' know that I only want	./cache/33884.txt	./txt/33884.txt