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Oh, church of the living God, we can't
stand around here on little "sugar-tits".
Excuse that expression. I was thinking about a
mother that makes those little sacks (we used
to) for the baby. Some of you old mammies
remember. Little old baby gets to squalling, you
take some coffee grounds and some sugar, wrap it
up in a sack and let him suck on it, just to
pacify him.
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