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It was time to be consumed by the wild stream of the city once again. Anatolios, son
of Alexandrian basketter was to be consubed by the stream..
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“May I come in?” a lady already standing on the doorstep asked. Lucas quickly slipped
the shirt he was taking off back down.
&l..
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It’s making me tired,
This endless chase,
When you so admired,
Deny me your grace.
It’s making me tired,
When you so ad..
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There was no need for rush anymore and it was finally time to slow down. He had ridden
far too long before he reached a village at last. He ha..
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“A wife of a police officer...” a woman sitting on a low cabinet near the wall
with her face buried in her palms said for the elev..
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The door gave away a sharp, scratching sound. A leaf was stuck beneath it. Arthur leaned
down and lifted the leaf. Such a small fragile thing ..
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It was only a dream. And as all dreams, it had to end one day.
He knew he would have to wake up. That feeling was permantly pressing at him ..
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There is no such beauty found,Like that within a human bound.The first two lines rested on an empty sheet of paper. The paper was placed in the
middl..
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Gitanui reached down over the side of his canoe and dipped his hand into the turbid
water. Only the devil knew what was hiding in those dark d..
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When I look into the eyes of thee,
I wonder why you fail to see,
That we are hardly born to be,
Perfection is in death!
Not before eye..
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