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... never ? Would Virginia never return to earth , and would she never knock again , playfully and carefully , on the heavy door ? Would youth , love , and happiness never come back ? “ Never , nevermore ! " the raven croaked , and a man ...
... never ? Would Virginia never return to earth , and would she never knock again , playfully and carefully , on the heavy door ? Would youth , love , and happiness never come back ? “ Never , nevermore ! " the raven croaked , and a man ...
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... never smiled , and there was a smell of lavender in her long black hair . She wore a pewter sailor's bracelet on her thin wrist . She never talked with anyone . Sometimes I saw her in the harbor . She would be sitting on the breakwater ...
... never smiled , and there was a smell of lavender in her long black hair . She wore a pewter sailor's bracelet on her thin wrist . She never talked with anyone . Sometimes I saw her in the harbor . She would be sitting on the breakwater ...
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... never noticed it . She was a very young woman , really nothing but a girl . I tried to start a conversation with her , even though this was strictly forbidden for us waiters . The rule was : serve the food quietly and quickly , and never ...
... never noticed it . She was a very young woman , really nothing but a girl . I tried to start a conversation with her , even though this was strictly forbidden for us waiters . The rule was : serve the food quietly and quickly , and never ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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