"I can't unnerStannard," wheezed the Sage of the Age, coming out from Heiden after a Summers rest. "We're Cohen to Philly and there's no Laws about my knockin" em Stiff with my Mallett. We're getting Whittler and Whittler, and that's no Lyman. We made a Row last year by Tine 'em, and this year we'll raise Kane and swamp 'em 14 to 7."
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