unearths some literary gems.
From The Black Smith, by Constance and Gwenyth Little:
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"Well, who does he think he is, with all that stuffing in his shirt? Nobody likes the men better than I do, but you can have that one--even on Sundays and holidays."
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"Did you ever see such a bunch of dead ones, outside the morgue? They look nude, walkin' around without their coffins."