The PossessiveAnna Maria Hong
Mine. Thine for thy— My love is a puck in thine eye— Ye for you— Twas all for ye that ours was pluck —ye plucky I. Were his and hers upon thine? Thy were his, were hers, were me, O mine. The money is mine. My double respells in the blink of a my. He is a friend of ours. He is a friend of I. Each & other— My düpel brother— Someone else’s apostrophe high. Hers was not a happy lot. Hers was far better.
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