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Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter "Iliad XII"
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the lap-top
her boss had given Deborah, a lap-top, she didn't know how to use, so she said. Smart, she had climbed up into the lap of luxury provided by her boss, a former bank client, who had once chosen her as personal teller. Many a night they sat at Sade's before retreating to his place, for she wanted - what he had - to get to the top.
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