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        Potentiality knocks on t.

        Noaeen yards.

        should I say?

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        I take a ferides and turn: S in the crowd.

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        One day t.

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        As t and talked, iny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in ts: as it really all rigo e true so easily?

        And so, ion, to t;Lets test ourselves - just once. If ime, some fail. And    ones,    do you t;

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        And so ted, so t, and o t.

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        One er, boterrible inluenza, and after drifting for    all memory of ty as the young D. h. Lawrences piggy bank.

        ting efforts to acquire once again t qualified to return as full-fledged members of society. ruly upstanding citizens ransfer from one subo a t office. Iimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.

        time passed ness, and soon ty-ty.

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        S girl for me.

        boy for me.

        But too s no longer y of fouteen years earlier. it a o the crowd. Forever.

        A sad story, dont you think?

        Yes, ts it, t is w I so her.
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