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Anyone within this material world, they are entrapped by this sense enjoyment. Either in higher planets or lower planets. Just like animal kingdom there is sense impetus, and human being also. What...
CHAPTER 7 The light projected on the situation by Mrs. Fisher had the cheerless distinctness of a winter dawn. It outlined the facts with a cold precision unmodified by shade or colour, and refracted,...
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Book the Second: The Golden Thread Chapter II. A Sight "You know the Old Bailey well, no doubt?" said one of the oldest of clerks to Jerry the messenger. "Ye-es,...
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The King of Tonga paid a visit to the National Memorial Arboretum in Staffordshire today to honour 5 of his country's soldiers who are serving in the British Army. They were each awarded...
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the story about bike...how it's enter in my life it began seriously, the serious story began when i was 18 years old. on the graduation day, i received some present from my aunt from the...
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CHAPTER XXXIV The Quadroon's Story And behold the tears of such as are oppressed; and on the side of their oppressors there was power. Wherefore I praised the dead that are already dead more...
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Chapter 29 The Black Spot Again THE council of buccaneers had lasted some time, when one of them re-entered the house, and with a repetition of the same salute, which had in my eyes an ironical air,...
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CHAPTER II. The Garden of Live Flowers 'I should see the garden far better,' said Alice to herself, 'if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that...
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Book the Third: The Track of a Storm Chapter XIII. Fifty-two In the black prison of the Conciergerie, the doomed of the day awaited their fate. They were in number as the weeks of the year. Fifty-two...
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Co tam, tu Justin Bieber a to jest Deutschland Big...(?) Napisałem na twitterze 'Mariah Yeater to dla ciebie' i wstawiłem link do Borata śpiwającego 'nigdy tego nie...
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