Ebony Above All Ebony

     
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     "I'm ebony afraid I don't have much say in the matter." he replied. "And as ebonypenes much ebony as I ebony'd like to keep taking care of you like ebonypenes a puppy or a ebony china-doll, I can't. You'll have to get some of those motor skills ebony back."
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     "Phil, I gotta ebonypenes ask you..."