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where did tino run
where did tino run
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where did they go?
where did they go?
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where did you find koke?
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where did he ask for help
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where did the term originate?
where did the term come from
Last Update: 2021-09-13
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where did the story happen
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where did the story happend?
where did the story happened
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where did the story take place
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from where did you know this group?
from where did you know this group
Last Update: 2022-03-14
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where did you first meet your spouse
where did
Last Update: 2020-02-13
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where did i go it 's with you?
where did i go it’s with you
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where did you learn about this opening
where did you learn about this opening
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anu sa tagalog ang where did you put mu profesor
where did you put my profesor
Last Update: 2023-11-08
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bayot not biot i dont know where did you guys get the word biot but it has a different meaning than bayot in cebuano
you all stupid
Last Update: 2021-06-12
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did you lost it somewhere? try to remember where did you saw that?was it in a wallet or something?
did you lose it somewhere? try to remember where did you see that? was it in a wallet or something?
Last Update: 2020-05-25
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she stepped down from the carretela of ca celin with a quick, delicate grace. she was lovely. she was tall. she looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth. "you are baldo," she said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. her nails were long, but they were not painted. she was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom. and a small dimple appeared momently high on her right cheek. "and this is labang of whom i have heard so much." she held the wrist of one hand with the other and looked at labang, and labang never stopped chewing his cud. he swallowed and brought up to his mouth more cud and the sound of his insides was like a drum. i laid a hand on labang's massive neck and said to her: "you may scratch his forehead now." she hesitated and i saw that her eyes were on the long, curving horns. but she came and touched labang's forehead with her long fingers, and labang never stopped chewing his cud except that his big eyes half closed. and by and by she was scratching his forehead very daintily. my brother leon put down the two trunks on the grassy side of the road. he paid ca celin twice the usual fare from the station to the edge of nagrebcan. then he was standing beside us, and she turned to him eagerly. i watched ca celin, where he stood in front of his horse, and he ran his fingers through its forelock and could not keep his eyes away from her. "maria---" my brother leon said. he did not say maring. he did not say mayang. i knew then that he had always called her maria and that to us all she would be maria; and in my mind i said 'maria' and it was a beautiful name. "yes, noel." now where did she get that name? i pondered the matter quietly to myself, thinking father might not like it. but it was only the name of my brother leon said backward and it sounded much better that way. "there is nagrebcan, maria," my brother leon said, gesturing widely toward the west. she moved close to him and slipped her arm through his. and after a while she said quietly. "you love nagrebcan, don't you, noel?" ca celin drove away hi-yi-ing to his horse loudly. at the bend of the camino real where the big duhat tree grew, he rattled the handle of his braided rattan whip against the spokes of the wheel. we stood alone on the roadside. the sun was in our eyes, for it was dipping into the bright sea. the sky was wide and deep and very blue above us: but along the saw-tooth rim of the katayaghan hills to the southwest flamed huge masses of clouds. before us the fields swam in a golden haze through which floated big purple and red and yellow bubbles when i looked at the sinking sun. labang's white coat, which i had wshed and brushed that morning with coconut husk,
she stepped down from the carretela of ca celin with a quick, delicate grace. she was lovely. she was tall. she looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth. "you are baldo," she said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. her nails were long, but they were not painted. she was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom. and a small dimple appeared momently high on her right cheek. "and this is labang of whom i have heard so much." she held
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