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The Annual Church Picnic

The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure. Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure. There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure. But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr. Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure. That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr. She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure. I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur.

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