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Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. Throw the horse over the fence some hay. It's spritzing now. It's gonna make down wet looks like. Quit yer rutching, and eat your red beet eggs. Children nix nootz then toil in tobacco fields all day. Kissing don't last, cooking do. Fill kettle carve rocking chair. Jacob un-tied mule team and Hannah churned butter while schnickelfritzes kutz after redding up the room. It's gonna make down wet looks like. Rumspringa weekends smoke cigarettes and watch TV. Quit rutsching preacher says sit up straight, six-hour sermon Sundays. It's spritzing now. Spread me all over with apple busser a piece of bread. Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. Outen the lights.
