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Normally, he would not have blamed him for avoiding the latter because the jackets of s - Francis Sarabiaje citiraoprije 2 godine
ales, in the sickly yellow waistcoat he wore on weekdays, was perched on a high stool behind the bar, reading the racing results to Old Crubog. - Osama Afaq Ali Photographerje citiraoprije 2 godine
grown lovingly in the sandy soil by the estuary and as smooth to the touch as sea-scoured beach pebbles. The man who was not moved to eat the jackets of such potatoes was nothing if not a scoundrel. - bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godina
In the warmth of her whisperings he found poetry, even a sense of afflatus. - bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaThe rule we follow in London is no fewer than the Graces and no more than the Muses.’
- bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaafter all she’s mine in a way she can never be yours.
- bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaHis or hers, I’ll be the one who’ll feel it.
- bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaSometimes it smells like a field of rotting cabbage and sometimes like sweaty feet
- bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaI came to steal a pear,
- bingbongbingbong690je citiraoprije 8 godinaThough the Canon might conceivably shoot you on the run, he’d never stoop low enough to shoot a sitting duck.’
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