A novel is a tricky thing to map.

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“Колко много снимки в целия свят запечатваха последвалия миг, не успявах да улов…”

“Did the true, umbilical love that bound people together for the length of their…”

“I had trouble listening to adults who didn't really mean anything that they sai…”