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The bones had been carted back by the same sergeants and warrant officers, with a wheelbarrow once again, except that this time they had not covered them with a tarpaulin and had lost their air of cockerels strutting among hens. They resembled trembling sparrows, who did not know how to vanish quickly enough from the sight of an old tomcat that was as yet indulgent, with prominent cheekbones and colonel’s pips.

Degete mici
Lumea in doua zile
Tache de catifea
Drumul egal al fiecarei zile
Fetita care se juca de-a Dumnezeu
Zilele regelui
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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