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Sweet sad (plashes from Emile Zola)

asleep behind atop of the piles of vegetables fluorescence of vegetable oaths of the awakened his ears once more intestinal membranes like lacework atmosphere of raw meat and fat ‘Pauline, go and find your mother’   and miserly his face turned yellow such a hole in his purse the same old coat turkey or goose(…)

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