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[Os-sim-translators] At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet
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From: torri m. <emb...@po...> - 2006-05-11 20:07:55
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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"> </head> <body> How is it?<br><br> [E]rectile<br> [D]ysfunction?<br><br> We can help! Our site: <b>ochhorfando</b>[dot]<b>com</b> ;) Don't forget to replace "<b>[dot]</b>" to "<b>.</b>"<br><br> ---<br> party," observed Alexey Alexandrovitch. "Oh, no, oh, no, not at all! please understand me," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, touching his hand again, as though feeling sure this physical contact would soften his brother-in-law. "All I say is this: her position is intolerable, and it might be alleviated by you, and you will lose nothing by it. I will arrange it all for you, so that you'll not notice it. You did promise it, you know." "The promise was given before. And I had supposed that the question of my son had settled the matter. Besides, I had hoped that Anna Arkadyevna had enough generosity..." Alexey Alexandrovitch articulated with difficulty, his lips twitching and his face white. "She leaves it all to your generosity. She begs, she implores one thing of you--to extricate her from the impossible position in which she is placed. She does not ask for her son now. </body></html> |