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Sasha and her winged friend |
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"Look what we've found..." |
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"Hello? Is someone in here?" |
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Not only did I bite the hand that feeds me... |
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The real estate agent didn't warn us about skeletons! |
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The devil dog patrols her haunted mansion |
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At least they're not pigeons! |
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Mary goes 'apple grabbin' (the Brooklyn version of apple picking) |
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Cathy and Joe decide to put some apples in their bellies |
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Mike gets tired of apple selecting (the Woodstock version of apple picking) |
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Apples in their natural environment |
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Mike shows off his strength while his mom looks at Mary with sympathy |
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A genuine Woodstock typewriter, with Woodstock and Snoopy. I bet Snoopy is still writing that masterpiece novel. |
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