I beg to remonstrate with you, Sir Squatter, and disabuse you of the vile notion that all transatlantics speak Sam Slick's dialect.
Lilibet was just here and we practiced for weeks for her. She deems us veddy proper.
*short, sharp curtsy*
Bethberry
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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