Sam's grabbed and stopped and looks away. What? No, of course not. She's a horrible liar.
Sam's grabbed and stopped and looks away. What? No, of course not. She's a horrible liar.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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