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In a postoperative exhilaration I went down the logging road. I suddenly realised that I had forgotten my anaesthetic and my jack-knife back in the shanty where the operation took place. I motined my friend that we had to go back and get it.

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Once upon a time there was a knife named Jack. Most people called him "Jack-Knife". One day he was walking down a logging road where he found a shanty. He was so exhilarated that he had to give himself an anaesthetic. When he woke up, he felt postoperative and could not motion towards his mother.

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My brother and I were walking down the logging road. I had a postoperative drousiness because of the anaesthetics, my brother was filled with exhilaration. We passed a shanty. I motioned to my brother that he should hand me the jackknife. I cut my name in the door. He screamed.

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The doctor gave me the wrong anaesthetics, instead of falling asleep I was caught in a moment of exhilaration. I felt like a ranger on his horse riding down the logging road with his jackknife. Postoperative, the doctor motioned me to go back to my shanty - I was mentally ill.

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Once upon a time there was a man who was supposed to meet with his grandmother. She lived in a shanty with no road connection. To get there he pulled out his jackknife and started creating a logging road. He accidentally injured himself and got motioned over to the doctor who gave him anaesthetic and afterwards he felt postoperative.

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Two men were hunting. First they saw a rabbit, but they went on looking. Suddenly a big deer jumped right in front of them on the logging road. One of the men motioned to the other to shoot. They prepared and when he was going to shoot it went off too early, and he shot his friend in the foot. They had to go back to the shanty as fast as possible. First he got some anaesthetic and after that he used a jackknife to remove the bullet. Post-operative they were exhilirated and celebrated it.

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Frank motioned Bill to watch out for the Jackknife, but it was too late. Bill cut himself in the stomach and had to go to the hospital. He took walk postoperative on a shanty loggingroad while still having anesthetics in his body, but that just made him exhilarated.

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The postman's mission, or postoperation as Jack Knife called it, was done for today, and he had to hand in his daily log, which was done on the logging road named anaesthetic. His log was written as a shanty, making his colleagues extremely exhilarated.

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Paul was driving with his squad down the logging road, when a man came out a shanty to their right holding a bloody jack-knife. He motioned Paul to help him, and he was very exhilarated. “Bring anaesthetics!” he yelled. The man lying on the table was already post-operative. The End.

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A lumberjack lived in a shanty in a forest. One day when he was exhilarated, he cut himself with his jackknife. He hurried to the hospital by the logging road. At the hospital a nurse motioned to him, and he followed her. They gave him anaesthetic, and when he woke up, he had some post-operative pains.

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(say it out loud, Helen!)

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One year I went fishing -- fishing invariably makes me exhilirated. Most people like to fish in streams, but I, in my thing, like to fish in earths. Standing very, I baited the hook with a logging road (and a couple of postoperative logging roads for good measure), leaned back, and much cast my fishing shanty. I waited for a whole second, motioning to relieve the boredom, when finally a quack caught my attention. Extremely, I pulled and slept on my fishing shanty, straining until my last ounce of another thing was gone, and reeled in my catch.

I was confused. There, lying before me like an exhilarated exhilaration on a zebra's ear, was a giant anaesthetic. As if that weren't happy enough, the anaesthetic, to my utmost a third thing, started to sleep.

So, I dropped my fishing shanty and ran back to my shanty, without looking back. I don't know when I've been so postoperative.