Ch'ill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion
My dad was in the military, so we used to move around.
You have a temperature. I think you should stay home today. You’re sick.
Long dures, mongst the forefighters, of both parts, Dread strife, before the wall, for Tola's corse. Almains and Rhaetians, heapmeal, fall thereon, Till the day's end; …
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