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Thu Jun 11 20:06:42 2009

June 11, 2009

Down there in the one they hurried out when
I doubted whether I should have been of
use to her immoral. You didn’t see
anybody, it’s gold! Was much gnashing
of teeth between her divorce. Down the hand
again the duties they have in that church,
she said they ought to challenge the senseless
way there. It doesn’t matter… whether it
is not, perhaps down there? It seems she was
not unlike a terrestrial mushroom,
only I had a tragedy. I snapped
the last, became no race in the early
days of the clay, which was to tell a soul
and spirit in a palm in Washington.

Edith Wharton, The Custom of the Country
H. G. Wells, The First Men In The Moon
A. Maude Royden, Sex And Common-Sense

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