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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-12-04 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | tender with steel balconies is Angel John trotting down Victoria Avenue all made of gold-sky of nickel and sky of plastic-sky oh, I couldn’t have imagined this lucky me running into you, honourable Angelus Bulljohn! At this late hour only bobbies keep filching on a branch above the junction. But you know better than me the road to 6 and a half Inferno Street. Come on, pls, I have tickets to theatre queue to the post-office and gestures at skirt slender John Angel was rolling me in a ladle over the market – while walking he was training the cannon or cracking his whip-flavoured tail I was screaming – alalas, Don Giovanni!
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