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The third one , Anne , kept writing postcards , but never to other girls . She wrote only a few words on each . " Three cheers from Brittany , " she would scrawl . And sign herself " Annie . ” " You don ' t waste time on them .
The third one , Anne , kept writing postcards , but never to other girls . She wrote only a few words on each . " Three cheers from Brittany , " she would scrawl . And sign herself " Annie . ” " You don ' t waste time on them .
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Don't lie ! " " I'm not , Antonio . " " My name is not Antonio . " I was surprised I had said it . I just felt silly to hear her call me that now . " Now how the hell old are you ? " " Ten . " I felt as old as her grandfather .
Don't lie ! " " I'm not , Antonio . " " My name is not Antonio . " I was surprised I had said it . I just felt silly to hear her call me that now . " Now how the hell old are you ? " " Ten . " I felt as old as her grandfather .
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Gloria , I hope you don't mind my mentioning it , but it always seemed to me you loved your mother just a little too much . Do you know what I mean ? I mean , your whole family and all . GLORIA Shall I start getting lunch ?
Gloria , I hope you don't mind my mentioning it , but it always seemed to me you loved your mother just a little too much . Do you know what I mean ? I mean , your whole family and all . GLORIA Shall I start getting lunch ?
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