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As Johnny Alcock says France may of lose a whole lot of men in this war but they don't seem to of been no casualitys amist the cuties.
So the boys has been stuffing him full of storys of all kinds and he eats them all up and you could tell him the reason they had the bob wire out in front was to scratch yourself on it when the cuties was useing you for a race track and he would eat it up.
"Should we, Frank?" Ramos chuckled after a moment. "Possibly... We've got some collateral, Art. Lots more valuable per unit mass than any raw metal, I should think." "So you might want to work for us?" Art inquired blandly. "Not 'for'," Nelsen chuckled. "We might say 'with'." "Okay, Cuties," Art laughed. Joe Kuzak had just come back into the dwelling and office bubb.
He kept thinking angrily of Art Kuzak, getting a little overstuffed, it seemed. The hunkie kid, the ex-football player who had become a big commercial and industrial baron of the Belt. Easy living. Cuties around. And poor twin Joe just another stooge... Nelsen went into the office, his fists clenched overdramatically. "I'm taking a leave, Art maybe a long one," he said. Art Kuzak stared at him.
Orson dipped his knees, lowering his flattened palm. Or a catboat: "A solid little Marshall, Charlie. Putter around, take some cutie coasting. You're in sailor heaven, man, all those islands." "I know some cuties," Miranda had said. "Last cutie took my silver garlic press. Well, she didn't take it; she borrowed it and never returned it." "Call her up and get it back," Orson said.
Well as I say here we are with 10 days of it stareing us in the eye and the cuties for company and the only way we can get out of here ahead of time is on a stretcher and I wouldn't mind that Al but as I say I want to be awake when my time comes because if I am going to get killed in this war I want to have some idear who done it. Your pal, JACK. In the Trenchs, May 14.
Without waiting for an answer, both children saw the two furry balls on the bunk and stepped softly over, to see what they were. "Oh, the cuties! what are they, Mike?" cried Dot. "Cubs; old bear's babbies!" said Mike, smiling at the twins as they hugged and cuddled the cubs. "Oh, Mike! they will never grow up to hurt anyone, will they?" asked Dot, doubtfully. "No siree!
If he could have his choice of cuties, he'd just as soon have one of those dark eyed Mediterranean fireballs breasts, slashing smile someone who spoke with her whole body. They arrived at the cemetery in good time. Margery declined his offer to carry the special rocks, wanting to bring them herself. They were intended to protect the base of a rugosa she'd planted the previous year.
The L. P. M. has got the Storm Queen beat a mile, and I am booked for life. And, by the way, what is my rank on this ship? My old position of room clerk on the Storm Queen won't go here, as I don't suppose you intend to have any 'cuties' on board, not even for the New London week." "No." Edestone consented at last to smile. "I am afraid, Lawrence, those days are all over for me.
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