evelyn, a modified dog

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evelyn, a modified dog, viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily, draped across the piano, with some surprise, in the darkened room, where the chairs dismayed, and the horrible curtains, muffled the rain, she could hardly believe her eyes, a curious breeze, a garlic breath, which sounded like a snore, somewhere near the steinway, had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom, evelyn, a dog, having undergone, further modification, pondered the significance of short-person behavior, in pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance, and other highly ambient domains. arf she said