A Quote by Charles Bukowski
I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.
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It was much easier for him now that he was smaller to negotiate his way through his crammed shop but he still tried to swagger past the shelves like he used to in the past. The attempt looked so strange that Scipio started to mimic him behind his back. "What's the silly giggling about?" Barbarossa asked when Prosper and Renzo bust out laughing.
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