The PossessiveAnna Maria Hong
Mine. Thine for thyâ€” My love is a puck in thine eyeâ€” Ye for youâ€” Twas all for ye that ours was pluck â€”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 & otherâ€” My dÃ¼pel brotherâ€” Someone elseâ€™s apostrophe high. Hers was not a happy lot. Hers was far better.
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