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We do know that we are cheated from birth to the overcharge on our coffins.
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coffin
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John Steinbeck |
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Well, that was the end of me, the real end. Two pound ten every Tuesday and a room of the Gray's Inn Road. Saved, rescued and with my place to hide in - what more did I want? I crept in and hid. The lid of the coffin shut down with a bang. Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone. No more pawings, no more pryings - leave me alone.
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happy
love
successful
left-alone
rescued
room
saved
end
wish
hide
coffin
beautiful
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Jean Rhys |
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My child died last night--and now I shall be alone again, if I must really go on living. They will come tomorrow, strange, hulking, black-clad men bringing a coffin, and they will put him in it, my poor boy, my only child.
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coffin
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Stefan Zweig |