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M'lady, I have combed every inch of this island looking for the final pieces of wood needed to complete our wooded treehouse. I market the path with cryptic carvings of arrows for right turns and bayonets for lefts, and eventually it drops off into a waterfall, and you can rest assured that if anyone sniffs out our steps, every adult will sneer and bet that no one would be dull enough to jump off and into it.
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Artist: Levi The Poet- Chapter One When Hearts Are Large
- Chapter Two Tombstone Love Note
- Chapter Three The Great American Game
- Chapter Four Rooster Cogburn In Indian Territory
- Chapter Five Tuxedo Black
- Chapter Six Traditional Values Worldview
- Chapter Seven Orphan Theism
- Chapter Eight White Whales Like Black Plagues
- Chapter Nine Cap Gun Death
- Chapter Ten Like Plagues
- Chapter Eleven Cul De Sac Colonies
- Chapter Twelve Shores And The New World
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