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"But love, that word...Horacio the moralist, fearful of passions born without some deep-water reason, disconcerted and surly in the ...

I come to you by way of Sam Cooke Somebody have mercy, I wonder what is wrong with me ... When I think about how she do me, the tears...

by Randall Mann The Sunset   Fog, like reason, settles on the peeling district. This is the new money. The new economy. Where my love...

"Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown, th...

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