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Happy 210th Birthday Charles Dickens

aforementioned author born February 7, 1812 the long deceased (centuries) storied author I toot and trumpet virtual horn accompanying pet rooster first thing in the morn. Greetings mutual friend, hard times dash Great Expectations in this Bleak House whereby battle of life ensues when Sunday chimes from Master Humphrey’s clock somber American notes invoking overshadowing doom from young gentlemen: Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickleby, Barnaby Rudge Martin Chuzzlewit, David Copperfield and Young Cricket on the hearth Little Dorrit collaborated on Pickwick Papers with Dombey and son detailing how I (a haunted man/ ghost’s bargain) alias Mudfog self absorbed in his Old Curiosity Shop hunted down by boyhood days (akin to an endless Christmas carol frieze as child’s history) now a thick dust covered holiday romance memory portraying this signal-man (according to George Silverman's explanation) eerily similar to the mystery of Edwin Drood, exiled after his trial for murder birthing three ghost stories inhabiting a haunted house affecting the young couples lamplighter, an uncommercial traveler evidenced by pictures from Italy prone to speeches, sketches by Boz and his lazy tour an oft repeated Tale Of Two Cities best read at dusk.

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