Majenta

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'A sling on a forked stick. I understand!' he cried, and pulled at the elastic. 'But what wonderful beast yields this stretching leather?' 'It's laccy—elastic. You put the bullet into that loop, and then you pull hard.' The man pulled, and hit himself square on his thumb-nail.
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