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raise the shade

will youse dearie?

rain

wouldn’t that

get yer goat but

we don’t care do

we dearie we should

worry about the rain

huh

dearie?

yknow

i’m

sorry for awl the

poor girls that

gets up god

knows when every

day of their

lives

aint you

oo-oo. dearie

not so

hard dear

you’re killing me