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Daily Oral Language XVII. Set 081. Set 082. Set 083. Set 084. Set 085. 081 Daily Oral Language. has my friend brung the article about the lincoln memorial i found in the new yorker a well written magazine.
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081 Daily Oral Language has my friend brung the article about the lincoln memorial i found in the new yorker a well written magazine our family havent never went to sea our friends new house in mexico because it is two far Has my friend brought the article about the Lincoln Memorial I found in The New Yorker, a well-written magazine? Our family (hasn’t ever or has never) gone to see our friend’s new house in Mexico because it is too far. Home
082 Daily Oral Language 819 bluebird court muncie in 47302 january 28 2003 thanx fore leaving me interview you i also enjoyed you’re tour of the worldwide computer company 819 Bluebird Court Muncie, IN 47302 January 28, 2003 Thanks for letting me interview you. I also enjoyed your tour of the Worldwide Computer Company. Home
083 Daily Oral Language because the park ranger gave me and mom a tip about the better spot in pleasant lake four trout that little girl dont know that she teared her jeans wen she fell of off her bike in eaton rd The park ranger gave Mom and me a tip about the best spot in Pleasant Lake for trout. That little girl doesn’t know that she tore her jeans when she fell off her bike on Eaton Rd. Home
084 Daily Oral Language dad lent uncle harry the mower, which he had just buyed at the Mall with the steal blades of the too dogs inside of the fenced yard the white one seems the friskiest Dad lent Uncle Harry the mower with the steel blades, which he had just bought at the mall. Of the two dogs inside the fenced yard, the white one seems the friskier. Home
085 Daily Oral Language i had to read hurt hawks a poem by robinsonjeffers to times before iunderstanded it fully someonesirish terrier ran down the street jumps into the pool and than laid down on the grass I had to read “Hurt Hawks,” a poem by Robinson Jeffers, two times before I understood it fully. Someone’s Irish terrier ran down the street, jumped into the pool, and then lay down on the grass. Home