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Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. I don't believe his name is Taber.
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