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A walk to the top, at the end of the day.
A walk to the top, at the end of the day.
Caught up in the demonstration, without a stake in the march.
Walking downwind from a pool of a soap, past a hawker on the Promenade.
It was locked.
Château Demonpère for wine and olive oil with Nadim. When I was young, I had a teacher named Mr. Horsefield. He was in a parachute accident and landed, alive, in a field.
I had to go to the prefecture early.