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May. 3rd, 2006 02:00 pm"Farlow, with whom I had roamed those remote woods, was an admirable marksman , and with his .38 actually managed to hit a hummingbird, though I must say not much of it could be retrieved for proof - only a little iridescent fluff." - Lolita, p.214
I don't *like* this book anymore.
I don't *like* this book anymore.