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... its plywood partitions and its women messengers and that only in their presence could it begin to flourish - its life seething , and its work exhaustively commented upon by its own Aunt Motya and those of neighbouring , friendly or ...
... its plywood partitions and its women messengers and that only in their presence could it begin to flourish - its life seething , and its work exhaustively commented upon by its own Aunt Motya and those of neighbouring , friendly or ...
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... It's round like a pebble . It hangs together by the cohesion of its parts . And its cohesion is so powerful that even lightning can't split it up . People will read it . And remember it . And they'll laugh over it , not because it's ...
... It's round like a pebble . It hangs together by the cohesion of its parts . And its cohesion is so powerful that even lightning can't split it up . People will read it . And remember it . And they'll laugh over it , not because it's ...
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... its transparency and clouding like frosted glass , and to the uneven blue of the sky as it deepened or paled under the pressure of the wind . They say it's good for one sometimes to live alone . From my own experience of life , I knew ...
... its transparency and clouding like frosted glass , and to the uneven blue of the sky as it deepened or paled under the pressure of the wind . They say it's good for one sometimes to live alone . From my own experience of life , I knew ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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