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I had my thirty - fourth birthday party last week . By the way , I was very cross with you that you didn't come down for it . It was a marvellous party . All Cork was at it . I felt like the Queen of Sheba . It went on until about three ...
I had my thirty - fourth birthday party last week . By the way , I was very cross with you that you didn't come down for it . It was a marvellous party . All Cork was at it . I felt like the Queen of Sheba . It went on until about three ...
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Die for a week ? He chuckled at her joke . Joke ? Or gamble ? Or a dead cert ? If I could make him die for a week it would be a hell of a long week for her . Will I write to her ? I could telephone . Hello , Jenny ! It's me .
Die for a week ? He chuckled at her joke . Joke ? Or gamble ? Or a dead cert ? If I could make him die for a week it would be a hell of a long week for her . Will I write to her ? I could telephone . Hello , Jenny ! It's me .
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4 Another week passed and then , to her delight , he told her , grumbling mightily about it , that he had to go to Dublin to clear up some damnfool remnant business in the Department . ' The change will do you good , ' she said , but he ...
4 Another week passed and then , to her delight , he told her , grumbling mightily about it , that he had to go to Dublin to clear up some damnfool remnant business in the Department . ' The change will do you good , ' she said , but he ...
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