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by Saskia Hamilton
The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible had hinges, which creaked; when you released the catch,the book would sigh and expand. The song was of two wholes joined by hinges, and I was worried about the joining, the spaces in between the joints1, the weight of each side straining them. 点击收听单词发音
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