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I came to Bellagio this afternoon solely to meet you . I was looking forward to being your guide , to showing you everything , little villages , little lakes , hidden corners that no foreigner ever sees . Everybody on the Lakes knows me ...
I came to Bellagio this afternoon solely to meet you . I was looking forward to being your guide , to showing you everything , little villages , little lakes , hidden corners that no foreigner ever sees . Everybody on the Lakes knows me ...
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The idea is that the best young people in France meet , and if they like one another ... well , you never know your luck . ' Jerry Lamb chuckled . ' It would be one of the unrecorded miracles of Lourdes if I met a princess here and took ...
The idea is that the best young people in France meet , and if they like one another ... well , you never know your luck . ' Jerry Lamb chuckled . ' It would be one of the unrecorded miracles of Lourdes if I met a princess here and took ...
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to his wild pleading that they must meet just once more so that neither of them should remember the other ungratefully . So , they did meet just once again , and went on meeting just once again for the whole of the next year , propelled ...
to his wild pleading that they must meet just once more so that neither of them should remember the other ungratefully . So , they did meet just once again , and went on meeting just once again for the whole of the next year , propelled ...
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