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[COLOR=red][FONT=宋]“[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=red][FONT=Calibri]Learn to read this aloud and you’ll be able to say anything you want to.” His father had been right again, and by the following year Noah had lost his stutter. But he continued to go to the timber yard every day simply because his father was there, and in the evenings he would read the works of Whitman and Tennyson aloud as his father rocked beside him. He had been reading poetry ever since.[/FONT][/COLOR]
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