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""Suddenly, she would say to him, 'Take me, I'm yours forever.' And it would all be at an end. He would grab her and carry her off to the end of the world at once, oh at once would he carry her off as far as far as possible, if not to the end of the world than somewhere at the end of Russia. Marry her, and settle down with her incognito so that nobody should ever learn of them here, there, or anywhere else."" — Feb 10, 2026 08:22AM
""Suddenly, she would say to him, 'Take me, I'm yours forever.' And it would all be at an end. He would grab her and carry her off to the end of the world at once, oh at once would he carry her off as far as far as possible, if not to the end of the world than somewhere at the end of Russia. Marry her, and settle down with her incognito so that nobody should ever learn of them here, there, or anywhere else."" — Feb 10, 2026 08:22AM
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""Just keep clear she says. You I say, oh me. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
You and your holy joes. What they must think she says I don't know. I don't care. The future in the future.
Keep yourself to yourself when they're here. Nobody wants to hear your cheek. Nobody cares.
For that thanks for that I say. Peel the skin off why don't you, rip it from my bone."" — Feb 10, 2026 01:39PM
""Just keep clear she says. You I say, oh me. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
You and your holy joes. What they must think she says I don't know. I don't care. The future in the future.
Keep yourself to yourself when they're here. Nobody wants to hear your cheek. Nobody cares.
For that thanks for that I say. Peel the skin off why don't you, rip it from my bone."" — Feb 10, 2026 01:39PM
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""They were all at least seventy years old, gaunt and limping, fragile as crusted snow, but all clad from head to foot in King Haggard's miserly mail and bearing his wry weapons."" — Aug 30, 2025 04:15PM
""They were all at least seventy years old, gaunt and limping, fragile as crusted snow, but all clad from head to foot in King Haggard's miserly mail and bearing his wry weapons."" — Aug 30, 2025 04:15PM
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