He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. I could tell it was Italian, you see. Michelle burst into laughter, followed by John, who almost spit up his cola. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the author.
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