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It was past twelveand separatingthey went by different ways alon
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herbut blushing furiously.
'Tom' she said'why don't yer speak ter me.'
He started and blushed more than ever.
'I didn't know yer was there' he stuttered.
'Don't tell me' she said'wot's up?'
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