Walking down the street was I, I saw this boy, screaming. When I looked, I saw cuttles beside him, cut and long-tail. Thy boy daffed, but they started chasing him. They tried to design that they were his cousins, but believe him not, did I. Something was diffused about the situation. Officers came, and tried to ean the cuttles. The little boy ran away and the other officers took the cuttles, to jail.
I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.
This means that one doesn't have a heart in his chest, or anywhere else in his body.
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