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The dumpkeeper had spawned nine daughters and named them out of an old medical dictionary gleaned from the rubbish he picked.
She sat stark naked on the ground and watched him go, calling various names after him, none his.
No, those were sorry people all the way around, ever man jack a three hundred and sixty degree son of a bitch, which my daddy said meant they was a son of a bitch any way you looked at em.
