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by oleganza
1115 days ago
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"'Brother,' says he, 'greetings. Didn't I see you in Southern Missouri last summer selling colored sand at half-a-dollar a teaspoonful to put into lamps to keep the oil from exploding?' "'Oil,' says I, 'never explodes. It's the gas that forms that explodes.' But I shakes hands with him, anyway. ... "'Listen,' says I. 'I instruct her to keep her lamp clean and well filled. If she does that it can't burst. And with the sand in it she knows it can't, and she don't worry. — O. Henry, The Man Higher Up |
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