coming back to the bed, she sat down
began stroking Florys bare shoulder
Prestige, Mr Flory, is like a barometer
A nod and a wink will accomplish more
Than a thousand official reports.
Hes been saying the same thing ever since the Jubilee
Alone, alone, the bitterness of being alone!
The headman reflected, scratching the calf of his left leg with his right big toenail.
It was years since he had enjoyed a meal.
The jungle was dried-up and lifeless at this time of year.
But the trees avenge themselves
The cigarette that had dropped burned down
acrid smell, browning the paper.
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