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| Lake Superior in Michigans Iron country 1800's
If I strike you I won't leave two
greets spot on you. If I strike you, you'll tink it is a French horse kick you I
You see dat spit down dere? The sun he come, he dry it up, dat's jus like
you. If I strike you you can't fine yourself no more. You wouldn't
know where you gone to. I come to your poss offis to quire for some lette,
and I hax you jus so polite I can, if you got any lette for Micho, and you say
get out. Ain't you shame yourself; don't you sorry you treat me dat way?
I'll goin to tell you something make you sorry you say so cross to me.
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