It’s lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our… — Mark Twain
It’s lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many.
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