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Chapter In Which George Eats Ice Cream

Or, How to Not Drip Vanilla On My Boots

Call the roller of big cigars, the muscular one, and bid him whip in kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress as they are used to wear and let the boys bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Take from the dresser of deal, lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet on which she embroidered fantails once, and spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet protrude, they come to show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp affix its beam. The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

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