<div>Nigel an Llewis reed you postie about been chilly. Eeting it. We rite dat down in we book ob no's. NO CHILLY.</div>
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<div>Me an Llewis watchin dis TB show whut gotta big ole doggie callt a K9 look lika wolf. Dese peepels whut callt poleece peepels (dey da wons whut drive them cars wif da neato cool whirly lights) hab dese doggies an da doggies chase an ketch da bat guys.</div>
<div>So I Nigel fink I play K9 an I preeten Mr.Cooper he da bat guy an I runs acrost da yard an grabim.</div>
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<div>I dont fink I be playin K9 anytime agin soon, mebbe nebber.</div>
<div>MomPerson she come out an meke Cooper sir stop bouncin me onna groun but if she hadent I wooda beet him up silly.</div>
<div> (Where he be, Llewis? He tole me he don wanna see my face nomore tanite. Boy, my footie still hurtz....he gots teef likea...whussat fishie wif da teef? Shirk. He gots teef likea shirk. Big black Shirk.)</div>
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