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		<title>By: kevin</title>
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		<description>get some sleep, chicago.</description>
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		<title>By: Chicago Mel</title>
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		<description>Consider this anecdote: Hugo, toward the end of his life, took the same ride with Juliette Drouet every day, always interrupting his wordless meditation when their carriage passed an estate with two gates, one large, one small; pointing to the large gate, Hugo, for perhaps the thousandth time, would say: &quot;Bridle gate, Madame,&quot; to which Juliette, pointing to the small gate, would reply: &quot;Pedestrian gate, Monsieur.&quot;

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Nadja
Found around seven.</description>
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<p>Breton<br />
Nadja<br />
Found around seven.</p>
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