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” 152 < 19 > THE WINDS OF NOVEMBER The Thanksgiving season brought a fierce wind that relentlessly whipped around the brick corners of the school. And a broken picture that was torn when I hit him with it. It may bring us together again. F. “I go to private school right now. He certainly bore inspection. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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