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Homework is not where the heart is - Sur les Ailes du Soleil
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Sur les Ailes du Soleil. Jul 10th, 2005 @ 07:34 pm. Homework is not where the heart is. In his and 'Ferre's flat, something like 7 or 8 in the morning. Typist: .in other words, 'Ferre or whoever wants to drop by. ;). July 11th, 2005 05:30 am (UTC). Is this how you generally spend your mornings, disturbing the peace? Feuilly asks mildly, having gone only a little bit out of the way in order to pass this street. His own arms are filled as well, with a cloth-wrapped bundle that looks about to spill. Matthie...
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Feuilly peeks into the back room of the Musain, only to find it… - In the Rue de la Chanvrerie
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N · the · R. Ue · de · la · C. Feuilly peeks into the back room of the Musain, only to find it. Middot Leave a comment. On September 3rd, 2005 10:23 am (UTC). You're still early, though," he says, only briefly raising his eyes from the table, where he appears to be quite absorbed in inspecting the grain of the wood. On September 3rd, 2005 10:25 am (UTC). On September 3rd, 2005 10:32 am (UTC). On September 3rd, 2005 01:40 pm (UTC). Hallo," he says, keeping his voice down. It's a dead-quiet place when ...
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A morning in the Cafe Musain - In the Rue de la Chanvrerie
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N · the · R. Ue · de · la · C. A morning in the Cafe Musain. Enjolras sits at a table in the Cafe Musain, a newspaper spread open on the table before him, along with an untouched, cold cup of coffee. His posture is stiff in the high-backed chair, and his head bent over the newspaper, scrutinizing the words before him as if they are all that matter. Middot Leave a comment. On June 14th, 2005 09:38 am (UTC). Mdash; On June 18th, 2005 12:28 pm (UTC). Mdash; On June 20th, 2005 04:05 am (UTC). Le Constitution...
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Combeferre walked down the cobbled streets, dusky in the half-light… - In the Rue de la Chanvrerie
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N · the · R. Ue · de · la · C. Combeferre walked down the cobbled streets, dusky in the half-light. Ombeferre walked down the cobbled streets, dusky in the half-light of early evening. He was returning home after a day of classes, humming a quiet song under his breath. He paused and adjusted a sheet of paper that was about to escape from a book, then felt something nudge against his ankle. Looking down, he saw a small grey and white kitten. Middot Leave a comment. On August 9th, 2005 02:00 am (UTC).
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