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| Morning, Doris. Got some pleasant news for you. | |
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| Morning, Edna. And brrr... what a cold morning it is! What's the news? | |
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| Well, you know those conical piles of straw or hay that Farmer Johnson puts out for us? | |
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| Sure, whatever. Anyway, what with the morning frost and all, they're practically frozen solid. And I know you like 'em that way. | |
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| Sounds great. Nothing like a stiff cock to start the day off right. | |
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