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Three good Deeds
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jul 01, 2019
HONK!

"Certainly", the witch assured them, the very picture of sympathetic concern. " If I see any sign of your poor missing little boy around here, I'll be sure to send word to you." 

Howard stamped hid webbed feet.
His mother look frightened as she hurriedly told the old witch, "Thank you.
You're very kind." Then she tugged on Father's sleeve, obviously anxious to get out of there. Her fear for  Howard combined with fear of Howard, and tears overflowed her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

"I . . .am ... Howard", Howard honked so slowly and distinctly they had to understand him.

Expect they didn't
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