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Or rather , I have stopped reading it . The morality of Corydon - with its long ... I would go on along this line but I have decided to stop another activity too , which is this damn diary . It no longer has any interest for me .
Or rather , I have stopped reading it . The morality of Corydon - with its long ... I would go on along this line but I have decided to stop another activity too , which is this damn diary . It no longer has any interest for me .
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to feel like Cagney again , but I suddenly felt how fake the whole thing was and I stopped beating hell out of the bricks and got mad at myself : Cagney ! Trench coats ! Beating on walls ! I felt cheap as hell .
to feel like Cagney again , but I suddenly felt how fake the whole thing was and I stopped beating hell out of the bricks and got mad at myself : Cagney ! Trench coats ! Beating on walls ! I felt cheap as hell .
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Stop it ! That's what it is ! Stop it right now . Little Girl : Stop what ? Mother : You know . Oh , you know , you little brat ! Little Girl : Mother , I ... ( is interrupted ) Jesus Christ , Mother : Why aren't you outside ?
Stop it ! That's what it is ! Stop it right now . Little Girl : Stop what ? Mother : You know . Oh , you know , you little brat ! Little Girl : Mother , I ... ( is interrupted ) Jesus Christ , Mother : Why aren't you outside ?
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