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04 junho 2006 

Epístola de Fulgencio Peluso aos emeiles (das coisas que nos assaltam o e-correio)

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from a swirling channel. I had to walk miles before I found a place
where the river was wide and shallow enough for me to wade and swim, and
then miles back again to pick up the tracks again. By that time it was
too late for me to follow them far. They went straight off in the
direction of the pine-woods on the east side of the Misty Mountains,
where we had our pleasant little party with the Wargs the night before»

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