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I thought this would be about teaching silkworms to weave the silk themselves by crawling in patterns. |
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<calling John Wayne Bobbitt, calling John Wayne Bobbitt - message for John Wayne Bobbitt> |
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'Where is it? Where is it?' Mrs. Bobbitt heard him crying. 'Lost it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!' |
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John Wayne was defeated. He dared go no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he had ever cared for, his precious. The cry brought Mrs. Bobbitt's heart to her mouth, but still she held on. Now faint as an echo, but menacing, the voice came behind:
'Thief, thief, thief! Mrs. Bobbitt! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!' |
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