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I loved her so much. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. "Were you present at the time of the robbery?" pursued Jonathan. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes.
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