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They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
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I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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I'm so glad you're back. We need you here. I mean...Burnett's okay, but...he's not you." Holiday arched a brow. "I hear he… — C.C. Hunter Copy Share Image
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Farewell sweet earth and northern sky, for ever blest, since here did lie and here with lissom limbs did run beneath the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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Too much! Wait till you have lived here longer. Look down the valley! See the cloud of a hundred chimneys that overshadows… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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