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Tom Swift and His Motor Cycle by Victor Appleton CHAPTER XIII CAUGHT IN A STORM The more Tom tried to reason out the cause of the men's actions, the more he dwelt upon his encounter with the...
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Berlin without you If you would've said that sooner Maybe I would've gone to the station To take back my money, to forget about the way If you would've said that more clearly...
Chapter X. The Further Adventures of Toad The front door of the hollow tree faced eastwards, so Toad was called at an early hour; partly by the bright sunlight streaming in on him, partly by the...
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Memories of Matter It's not easy to describe what happens to the painter who is facing a blank canvas Often the painter thinks with his hands... there is a special affinity between the...
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The oil mill’s activity start since 1865 and the owner were three brothers, Pinto’s brothers, that have bought “Masseria Ventura”. It was the farm’s oil mills and worked as well as on its own also...
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CHAPTER 2 - Part 1 Where I Lived, and What I Lived For At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. I have thus surveyed the country on...
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In “Salento” this are called fried mice are the borage’s leaves This have a leaf stalk, this part very long, when it ‘s fried and battered, twisting simulates the mouse’s tail It’s a way to capture...
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