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We are alone. Come.

We are alone. Come.

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Jasmin Jazz


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We are alone. Come.

auszug bzw. ende von "a portrait of the artist as a young man" by james joyce



they loved her for her wealth- and they hated her for her pride
they loved her for her wealth- and they hated her for her pride
Jasmin Jazz


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