Little Willie came home in a sad

<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDTZ1PFMEPXwgQxPNKgWPTX8E8EUmImH7FevjCXE06nRJNpZUqbOMzQwsUc5smXUCZTVhInOYMNg10P_-OpPU_K7cSWPgjhrEhtoE6SKs0Dr3ElnNw_uTWW_75cV3p4yoIIb3s1mBjkHYGqlCYN-A_k8KP-T-gZ1hC1y6hXqrjz15BBXJpe-4q36mADU/s1600/joke_58.png" /><br><div style="font-size: large;">Little Willie came home in a sad state. He had a black eye and numerous scratches and contusions, and his clothes were a sight. His mother was horrified at the spectacle presented by her darling. There were tears in her eyes as she addressed him rebukingly: “Oh, Willie, Willie! How often have I told you not to play with that naughty Peck boy!” Little Willie regarded his mother with an expression of deepest disgust. “Say, ma,” he objected, “do I look as if I had been playing with anybody?”</div>

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