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the dusty globe you brushed off and remarked excitedly about myanmar and burma the books you lifted blew through the pages demosthenes! you exclaimed the rugs you threw yourself upon arabic relics, all of 'em, you declared and the sconces from the ceiling! sixteenth century Greek, naturally. the walls of the old drawing room withered and moulded and collapsed while you ran from place to place within too thrilled to see that I had been lost in the mudslide of time
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