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  1. Teh furst thyme mai furst cat woke me at two am in teh moarning to present me with a dedd mowse, Ai wuz going bakk adn forth between, "oh thanks, Littlol Guy, sew kind" adn "grumblol grumblol, ikky, *&%*)!%%#) yuck gotta get up naow" He luuked sew prowd.

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    1. Heh heh - wen Murtagh cawt a mowse, he eated teh whole fing (whiskers, tail adn claws inclooded) under teh tablol. He wuzzint goin tew sharing wiv enniwun!

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