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In the Big Town we only think we love our neighbors . Actually , do we even know them or give a damn that they exist ? It was not like that in the old hometown . We knew within a square kilometer who lived in our neighborhood .
In the Big Town we only think we love our neighbors . Actually , do we even know them or give a damn that they exist ? It was not like that in the old hometown . We knew within a square kilometer who lived in our neighborhood .
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Most of the town's school - teachers were present . The schools were closed for the Christmas holidays and the deceased being the father of Guillermo , their oldest colleague , and grandfather to Cayetano , the youngest addition to the ...
Most of the town's school - teachers were present . The schools were closed for the Christmas holidays and the deceased being the father of Guillermo , their oldest colleague , and grandfather to Cayetano , the youngest addition to the ...
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But what if her mother , if the whole town , knew the truth ? She left the veranda , paused briefly before a mirror to study her dim reflection . “ I need some sleep before the midnight mass , ” Simeona said as she emerged from the ...
But what if her mother , if the whole town , knew the truth ? She left the veranda , paused briefly before a mirror to study her dim reflection . “ I need some sleep before the midnight mass , ” Simeona said as she emerged from the ...
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