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Good luck, we're all counting on you

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the wrong son died

the wrong son died

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I'm the Lindberg baby

I'm the Lindberg baby

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Thanks

Thanks

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“Do you know,” he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad
current of his thoughts, “that Anatole is costing me forty thousand
rubles a year? And,” he went on after a pause, “what will it be in
five years, if he goes on like this?” Presently he added: “That’s
what we fathers have to put up with…. Is this princess…