I:
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Faces. |
SF:
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I never saw them. |
I:
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Dreams. |
SF:
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An excess of elohim. |
I:
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Love. |
SF:
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Banished too easily. |
I:
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Charcot. |
SF:
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My French was poor. |
I:
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Memory. |
SF:
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Tendrils and boles. |
I:
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Men. |
SF:
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Need an idol. |
I:
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Women. |
SF:
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Too many fathers. |
I:
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Children. |
SF:
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Reside in my name. |
I:
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Hysterics. |
SF:
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Savoured utterance. |
I:
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The unconscious. |
SF:
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An unfinished story. |
I:
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Faith. |
SF:
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Abraham drove me. |
I:
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Antiquity. |
SF:
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A song-cry. |
I:
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Smoking. |
SF:
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Dying through ritual. |
I:
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And now. |
SF:
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Unpicking knots. |
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