Ted watched as the snot poured out of Edwin’s nose. Ted saw running noses before (like his own) but this just kept coming. And tons of tears, too. The snot was all over Edwin’s yellow-checkered shirt. He didn’t have a handkerchief, and there was his house going up in smoke and red flames. Ted’s sister was holding Ted’s tiny hand, and said to him, “ go give your handkerchief to Edwin”. Ted couldn’t do it; he was brought up in a spic-and span house, and Edwin was always gooey looking; and the snot just kept pouring out.
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