{"id":4096,"date":"2005-09-20T18:56:32","date_gmt":"2005-09-20T22:56:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2005\/09\/20\/she-wiggles-her-tooth\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:57:23","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:57:23","slug":"she-wiggles-her-tooth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2005\/09\/20\/she-wiggles-her-tooth\/","title":{"rendered":"she wiggles her tooth"},"content":{"rendered":"

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wild persimmons
a woman at the roadside
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boarding call
the ripe banana flavor
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