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I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…
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March, the beginning of spring. We have snow, frost and wind. Hope dies last. Or: don't dies at all *(underline your choice)*
Also:
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin…
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March, the beginning of spring. We have snow, frost and wind. Hope dies last. Or: don't dies at all *(underline your choice)*
Also:
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin…
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March, the beginning of spring. We have snow, frost and wind. Hope dies last. Or: don't dies at all *(underline your choice)*
Also:
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin…
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