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"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. She says that everyone in the house makes too much noise, my Dad snores, and that when the house is empty, the traffic noise is nearly deafening. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. Kokusu o kadar büyüleyiciydi ki, insanlar onunla birlikte olmanın bir ayrıcalık olduğunu hissettiler. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock.
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