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Many Violent Ways We were never able to keep a dog or dogs for long , however . Always we lost them to outsiders in mean , violent , inhuman ways . A piercing death howl in the night , a screeching getaway by a jeepney or a car and a ...
Many Violent Ways We were never able to keep a dog or dogs for long , however . Always we lost them to outsiders in mean , violent , inhuman ways . A piercing death howl in the night , a screeching getaway by a jeepney or a car and a ...
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And work on it and keep it . I own land and I like to see it grow . .. bigger , bigger ... in a manner to satisfy me , to give breadth , space . I did not acquire mine dishonestly . I paid for every square meter of it .
And work on it and keep it . I own land and I like to see it grow . .. bigger , bigger ... in a manner to satisfy me , to give breadth , space . I did not acquire mine dishonestly . I paid for every square meter of it .
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Her father's words did not keep Narda from decrying with some asperity his having been left alone with nobody to look after him . She also rebuked her father for allowing such a thing to pass . “ Nonsense , child , ” Lolo Ambo protested ...
Her father's words did not keep Narda from decrying with some asperity his having been left alone with nobody to look after him . She also rebuked her father for allowing such a thing to pass . “ Nonsense , child , ” Lolo Ambo protested ...
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