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Gi-ju's other hand is firmly supporting the scholar's palm, where dark, icy, ink-like misty particles are being flushed out. A perfect blend of traditional eastern academia, mystical healing, and futuristic quantum circuitry light...

fire, a strange drowsiness comes over him and makes him sway about on the wall seat. The fat man’s face is flushed. His red cheeks are like paper lanterns. He appears to enjoy the cigarettes that Monsieur Linh has given him, for he...

to my grandfather." "Then," pursued the other, "Do you give the superiority to yourself or to Kwan Chung?" Tsang Hsî, flushed with anger and displeased, said, "How dare you compare me with Kwan Chung? Considering how entirely Kwan Chung...

Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would...