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Pagina 138
Or when my eye looks at you now drinking that cup of tea . ... It is the whole man who sees and drinks , not your boozy , bloodshot eyes or your big thirsty mouth . Soul and body drink ... I drink , " said Aristotle , " therefore I am .
Or when my eye looks at you now drinking that cup of tea . ... It is the whole man who sees and drinks , not your boozy , bloodshot eyes or your big thirsty mouth . Soul and body drink ... I drink , " said Aristotle , " therefore I am .
Pagina 234
In this easy way they chatted of this and that , and he went on his way , and he came back the next Sunday , though not with his mirror , and he came every Sunday month after month for tea or a drink . On his fourth visit she produced ...
In this easy way they chatted of this and that , and he went on his way , and he came back the next Sunday , though not with his mirror , and he came every Sunday month after month for tea or a drink . On his fourth visit she produced ...
Pagina 339
Good drink . Good friends . ' ' I do not fish . I do not drink . I have no friends . ' She considered the bizarre angle of his hairy cap against the stars . She wished only that she could strip him , scrub him in a hot , hot bath ...
Good drink . Good friends . ' ' I do not fish . I do not drink . I have no friends . ' She considered the bizarre angle of his hairy cap against the stars . She wished only that she could strip him , scrub him in a hot , hot bath ...
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