Now Mildred McGee, was a neighbor of mine, but I called her Milly, we got along fine. The Slouch passed her house, and when I grew near, I yelled, "Milly please help", "Milly help me out here!!" Milly opened her window, "I'll help if I can", then asked, "What is the matter?", I yelled as I ran. "A Slouch from my couch, stole all of my books, don't ask any questions, don't give me those looks." So Milly, she followed, a silence was heard, she was truly a friend, never questioned my word. We chased after the Slouch, to the stores he did run, and now that old Slouch, was about to have fun.

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