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color=#0000ff size=2>Don't know how it got through. This person is not listed as
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must be approved by me. No message is recorded in the archives from this person.
It has your address in the from, but that is a spoof.</FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<FONT face=Tahoma size=2><B>From:</B>
ansteorra-chirurgeon-bounces@lists.ansteorra.org
[mailto:ansteorra-chirurgeon-bounces@lists.ansteorra.org] <B>On Behalf Of
</B>Carolle M. Cox<BR><B>Sent:</B> Saturday, May 20, 2006 08:06 AM<BR><B>To:</B>
'Kingdom of Ansteorra Chirurgeon discussions'<BR><B>Subject:</B> Re:
[Ansteorra-chirurgeon] Love is not blind, it sees more not
less<BR></FONT><BR></DIV>
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<DIV><SPAN class=528310513-20052006><FONT face=Arial color=#0000ff>Please.
Is there a way to shut this garbage out?</FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV><SPAN class=528310513-20052006><FONT face=Arial
color=#0000ff>Gerita</FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><FONT face=Arial size=2>The years that a woman subtracts from
her age are not lost. They are added to the ages of other women. --
Diane de Poitiers (1499 - 1566)</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV class=OutlookMessageHeader lang=en-us dir=ltr align=left><FONT
face=Tahoma size=2>-----Original Message-----<BR><B>From:</B>
ansteorra-chirurgeon-bounces+hpockets=verizon.net@ansteorra.org
[mailto:ansteorra-chirurgeon-bounces+hpockets=verizon.net@ansteorra.org] <B>On
Behalf Of </B>rhea aljaee<BR><B>Sent:</B> Friday, May 19, 2006 3:35
PM<BR><B>To:</B> aizlyn demetrion<BR><B>Subject:</B> [Ansteorra-chirurgeon]
Love is not blind, it sees more not less<BR><BR></FONT></DIV><B>God be with
you!</B><BR>
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<P>"Oh, what nonsense!" Anna went on, not seeing her husband. "No, give her to
me; give me my little one! He has not come yet. You say he won't forgive me,
because you don't know him. No one knows him. I'm the only one, and it was
hard for me even. His eyes I ought to know--Seryozha has just the same
eyes--and I can't bear to see them because of it. Has Seryozha had his dinner?
I know everyone will forget him. He would not forget. Seryozha must be moved
into the corner room, and Mariette must be asked to sleep with him." All of a
sudden she shrank back, was silent; and in terror, as though expecting a blow,
as though to defend herself, she raised her hands to her face. She had seen
her husband. "No, no!" she began. "I am not afraid of him; I am afraid of
death. Alexey, come here. I am in a hurry, because I've no time, I've not long
left to live; the fever will begin directly and I shall understand nothing
more. Now I understand, I understand it all, I see it all!" Alexey
Alexandrovitch's wrinkled face wore an expression of agony; he took her by the
hand and tried to say something, but he could not utter it; his lower lip
quivered, but he still went on struggling with his emotion, and only now and
then glanced at her. And each time he glanced at her, he saw her eyes gazing
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