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A forester named Johnny Splinter could never find work in winter, but when summer was nigh and the fires were high he'd make twelve thousand hosing down tinder.
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
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A forester named Johnny Splinter could never find work in winter, but when summer was nigh and the fires were high he'd make twelve thousand hosing down tinder.
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
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