| The realtor was like a carnivore, ready to spring. He was originally from New York and he seemed like the kind of guy who could smell a deal. |
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| And when they are gone, they are gone for good. There is no way to unwind that spring. To unsee what has been seen. To unfeel what has been felt. |
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| It was March now, the mild March of an early spring. There came new days, zephyrous and sweet. |
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| For him the library represented a Pierian spring.... He drew deeply there, quelling his intellectual insecurities and nourishing his fanatic ambitions. |
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