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... window cut in the partition . Written on it in blue pencil were the words : ' Comrades ! write the amount in words and don't trouble the cashier to cut the money . Cut yourselves ! ( sic ) - Ref . Order 1807. ' The mysterious and rather ...
... window cut in the partition . Written on it in blue pencil were the words : ' Comrades ! write the amount in words and don't trouble the cashier to cut the money . Cut yourselves ! ( sic ) - Ref . Order 1807. ' The mysterious and rather ...
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... window was a forbidden but powerful device of psychological warfare . I had experienced it myself and knew that , faced with a slammed cash - desk window , every employee panicked especially those with many children , and alcoholics ...
... window was a forbidden but powerful device of psychological warfare . I had experienced it myself and knew that , faced with a slammed cash - desk window , every employee panicked especially those with many children , and alcoholics ...
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... windows open . The drowsy , rhythmic sound of the waves lulled me to sleep . I awoke at dawn . Dew was gathering on the branches of the thuya outside my window . The garden was deserted and still . But in the near corner , where an old ...
... windows open . The drowsy , rhythmic sound of the waves lulled me to sleep . I awoke at dawn . Dew was gathering on the branches of the thuya outside my window . The garden was deserted and still . But in the near corner , where an old ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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