unearths some literary gems.
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He'd never been one to bestir himself at first crack of dawn. Or second crack, either, if there was such a thing.
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She herself had been a Swope from Lumpkin Upper Mills. Why any group claiming to be "dedicated to the preservation of our heritage" had passed up its chance to take in both a Lomax and a Swope at one swoop was something she'd never understand to her dying day.
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Mrs. Lomax explained the cushion situation in detail, and threw in a few dark hints about the antimacassars for good measure.
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"The organ may be gone, but the music remains. That's what my great-aunt Mabel used to say after they took out her whatevers."
"Never you mind your great-aunt's whatevers."
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He'd only just got nicely launched into a dream of cruising down the great, gray-green, greasy Limpopo River in a sternwheeler, searching for the perfect alligator pear and weeping crocodile tears because he couldn't find any.
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"Peter! Peter, wait. Is it true?"
"I can't wait. I have a class. It probably isn't."
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[Bonus: A character named Ruth Smuth]
