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agnesdeer: i’m going back to the hotel
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agnesdeer: todas las tardes se muere un niño
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agnesdeer: a white-washed villa on the shores of the mediterranean
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agnesdeer: locos dins sa gàbia
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agnesdeer: en el blanco infinito, nieve, nardo y salina, perdió su fantasía
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agnesdeer: et chez elle, elle attendra le vainqueur
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agnesdeer: it’s useless in the end for any living creature to contend
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agnesdeer: take what we can’t avoid with a good grace
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agnesdeer: it is when the sun has the most power on the water
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agnesdeer: he knocked on the door again without much hope
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agnesdeer: in order to my return to europe
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agnesdeer: outside the hospital the war was still going on
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agnesdeer: we seemed immersed in one another
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agnesdeer: our only real office
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agnesdeer: parents are the last of all other to be trusted with the education of their own children
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agnesdeer: i turn like a bird on a spit in my bed
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agnesdeer: people die of mere imagination
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agnesdeer: ninguno la lengua azul de la playa