"So", grunted Evelyn from behind a noxious cloud of smoke from her lethal pipe tobacco, "the boy begins to scrawl again." "He'll never stick at it", hissed Helen, Evelyn's boon companion through many a scrape, "No backbone, no guts, not thick-skinned enough." "Poor chap, it's a wonder he can sit up at a desk in such a terrible state.", was the jocular response from under the cumulo-nimbus of hard-core carcinogens, "Let's give him a chance before we move in on him..."
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"So", grunted Evelyn from behind a noxious cloud of smoke from her lethal pipe tobacco, "the boy begins to scrawl again."
"He'll never stick at it", hissed Helen, Evelyn's boon companion through many a scrape, "No backbone, no guts, not thick-skinned enough."
"Poor chap, it's a wonder he can sit up at a desk in such a terrible state.", was the jocular response from under the cumulo-nimbus of hard-core carcinogens, "Let's give him a chance before we move in on him..."
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