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Page 124
Mama pressed her lips close together , and she took off a tight , hot compress and covered me with blankets . I lost count of the nights , filled with rumblings I couldn't understand and with the dry heat of the bedclothes .
Mama pressed her lips close together , and she took off a tight , hot compress and covered me with blankets . I lost count of the nights , filled with rumblings I couldn't understand and with the dry heat of the bedclothes .
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Mama embraced me and burst into tears . ... Mama said , “ you're already completely grown up . ... But I saw some things I had known since childhood - Mama's box , an old bronze alarm clock , and a photograph of my father , taken when ...
Mama embraced me and burst into tears . ... Mama said , “ you're already completely grown up . ... But I saw some things I had known since childhood - Mama's box , an old bronze alarm clock , and a photograph of my father , taken when ...
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The lives of these new friends sincerely interested Mama and Galya . Mama's old habit of instructing people , as she put it , in “ honorable and intelligent behavior ” led her to write them long letters full of advice , persuasion , and ...
The lives of these new friends sincerely interested Mama and Galya . Mama's old habit of instructing people , as she put it , in “ honorable and intelligent behavior ” led her to write them long letters full of advice , persuasion , and ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
Carp | 16 |
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