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ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ ÜÜÜ ÜÜÜÜ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßÛßßßßßÛÛÜ ÜÜßßßßÜÜÜÜ ÜÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÛßß ßÛÛ
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ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÜÛÛÜÜÜ ßÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÜÜÜÛÛÝ Ûß
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ßßßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÞÝ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßßÛÜÞÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßßÛÛÛÞß
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Mo.iMP ÜÛÛÜ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÝ ßÛß
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ß ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÜÛ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß
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ÜÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÞÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛßß
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ÜÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛÜÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛ Ü ÛÝÛÛÛÛÛ Ü
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ÜÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÜ ßÛÛÛÜÜ ÜÜÛÛÛß ÞÛ ÞÛÛÛÝ ÜÜÛÛ
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ÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÜ ßßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÜÜÜß ÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛÛÛÛß
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ßÛÜ ÜÛÛÛß ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßßÜÜ ßßÜÛÛßß ßÛÛÜ ßßßÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßß
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ßßßßß ßßÛÛß ßßßßß ßßßßßßßßßßßßß
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ARRoGANT CoURiERS WiTH ESSaYS
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Grade Level: Type of Work Subject/Topic is on:
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[x]6-8 [ ]Class Notes [Essay on Red Badge of ]
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[ ]9-10 [ ]Cliff Notes [Courage ]
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[ ]11-12 [x]Essay/Report [ ]
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[ ]College [ ]Misc [ ]
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Dizzed: 07/94 # of Words:368 School: ? State: ?
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>Chop Here>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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What n' tarnation is this? We have t' fit the hull damned rebel army?
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Damn, look at that thar army. Looks lik a buncha grey fittin' wombats from
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hell made o' steel! By ginger, them grey's is a chargin' fast!
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An' ar lieutenant wants us tuh fight them? We just fought a lil' bit
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ago. That lieutenant's a over der smackin' away dem soldr's, shoutin', "Why
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aint you firin'? Fire yah pack o' mule drivers!" while we are uh gettn'
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clobbr'd. That 'federate army's a buncha trained jim dandy's an we's a
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just a buncha mule drivers. Nag nammit, I aint a likein' dis one bit.
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Wait - what's dis? Some o' thuh reg'mnt's a turnin cheeks? Ar mule
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drivers are now uh bunchah sheep runnin' from a wolf. Thar faces are full
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uh ghostly expressions. Lik' thit felluh' who's got a ghostly blue face
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wid dem eyes as big as his face. Er that man who's runnin' lik there's no
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tomorrow. Perty damn scarey if yuh were t'ask me! Now the hull regmnt is
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uh runnin' lik one scared sheep. And them grey's are uh commin' fastur n'
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fastur. I'm a thinkin' it's gonna be a low hour if I don't get a runnin'
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soon here. It's uh time t' drop meh rifle and m'hat... Sweet Jesus I'm a
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commin' to Isreeil'!
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Heh heh... And look it deh lieutenant now. He's a runnin' like the
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sky's a fallin'. Damn neer busted his shoulduhr tryin' to run. Them grey
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wombats are gonna womp on all dem soldr's behint me so I'ze a better get a
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move on. Lucky I ain't back wit dem.
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Thar's shells all 'round me, whistling lik' a dixy, each a wontin' tuh
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chew me up. Whoa! That missile just exploded rit five feet in front o' me.
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Packs quite a kick dar. Better dust off meh breeches and keep on a
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runnin'. Whew... All the soldiers are a behind me. Dem wombats are uh
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gonna have a tastey meal.
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An' look it dat dar other batt'ry a fittin'. Dem fools. They'll all be
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dead! That boy on that horse'll be eatin' daisies on his grave in a bit.
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