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“nana, my dear, it was obvious that it would happen! You got them on your feet!.
what should i do, i can't stand it. He said, 'it's not forced, i can't stand it,' and he stretched out his hand as if he understood his apology. Fontan, who was extremely angry because he wanted to sleep on this, slapped him with all his strength. The slap came down so hard that nana found herself standing, stunned.
just with a deep sigh that resembles many of them, oh! He could say. Fontan threatened him, saying that if he was going to do it, he would hit him with a second slap. Afterwards, he extinguished the candle, lay on his back, and immediately started snoring. Nana was crying, burying her face in the pillows and suffering from scratches.
trusting its strength was low. The frightening face of fontan was really making him stink.
he was calming down slowly, as if the slap he received had put him to rest. Now he respects fontan. And he was leaning against the wall on the street side to give him a wide place in the bed. Yanagi started to sleep without even smelling the cake and bun crumbs in his lack of care, with his eyes filled with tears, burning like fire.
(back cover) product name: nana product code: 9789759099145 author: emile zola publication year: 2011 cover type: cardboard cover number of pages: 446 paper type: 2. Dough translator: mustafa bahar
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"nana, - honey, it was obvious it would! You got them on your feet!... What to do, can't stand it. It's not by force, i can't stand it, he said, and stretched his leg as if he understood his apology. Extremely frustrated because he wanted to sleep on it, fontan slapped him with all his might. The slap came down with such force that nana found herself standing, stunned. With a deep groan reminiscent of a crowd, just - ah! He could say. Fontan threatened him, saying that if he moved, he would get another slap in the second. Then he blew out the candle, lay down on his back and promptly began snoring. Nana was crying with cut-off sobs, burying her face in the pillows. It was petty to trust his strength. The frightening face of fontan was really making him stink. He was slowly calming down, as if the slap he received had pacified him. Now he respects fontan. And he was getting into the wall on the street side to give him a wide berth in the bed. Her cheek burned like fire, her eyes were filled with tears, and she fell asleep without even noticing the scent of cake and donut crumbs, consumed by exhaustion.






