Blue of NoonM. Boyars, 1986 - 155 páginas Troppmann wanders erotically through the politically troubled Europe of the 1930s. |
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... Michel was joking . I told him so ; the joke was silly . The mere thought of Lazare made me sick . As I resisted my anger , I felt it welling up inside me . I shouted . I was insane . I'd picked up the bottle in one hand . " Michel , if ...
... Michel was joking . I told him so ; the joke was silly . The mere thought of Lazare made me sick . As I resisted my anger , I felt it welling up inside me . I shouted . I was insane . I'd picked up the bottle in one hand . " Michel , if ...
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... Michel , as though we weren't drunk but obliged to remain desperately alert ( in spite of everything , our heads were clear ) , " Can you tell me what Antonio was like ? " Michel pointed to a young boy at a nearby table and said that he ...
... Michel , as though we weren't drunk but obliged to remain desperately alert ( in spite of everything , our heads were clear ) , " Can you tell me what Antonio was like ? " Michel pointed to a young boy at a nearby table and said that he ...
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... Michel arrived and told me that Lazare was waiting for him on the Ramblas . He couldn't sit down . Their plans had fallen through . He seemed as distracted as I was . He felt no more like talking than I did ; he was disheartened and ...
... Michel arrived and told me that Lazare was waiting for him on the Ramblas . He couldn't sit down . Their plans had fallen through . He seemed as distracted as I was . He felt no more like talking than I did ; he was disheartened and ...
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The Evil Omen | 27 |
Motherly Feet | 44 |
Antonios Story | 86 |
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