Try it out anons

try it out anons

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My books don't go past page 20

I hate retarded normie ass LE RANDOM shit like this. Sure it's harmless fun but for some reason I hate it so much because it's all the same shit.

>post a random sentence from your phone (start with one word keep pressing space)
>post a random sentence from a book

Etc etc

Fuck man its the same punchline over and over. Just Something random. Epic. Fuck I sound like the biggest kill joy right now

Even though I was a high school student headed absolutely nowhere, I was always smiling.

In spite of the fact that dreams demand individual treatment, some generalities are necessary in order to classify and clarify the material that the psychologist collects by studying many individuals.

oneesan wa, oyome ni itte shimattashi, otousan wa, mou inai

Since ancient times, humans have used chemical changes to their advantage.

They turned on the air conditioner and Ryuji slumped into a rattan chair.

Unlike the other countries of southeast asia, vietnam has always lived in the orbit of china.

>And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and fulfillment.

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And of course, above the
piles, was the nude drawing of the elementary school student

LMAO what fucking book is that

It's the light novel for Welcome to the NHK!

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"Would you care to elaborate?"

Blox blox sorry for NSFW

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If they said cocaine on the label people would flash on it and they'd eventually do what I do.

I don't know anybody's phone number--I barely remember my own.

>tfw immediately open to 37 instead

I feel I am meant to read this

Before the council can decide who of the two is the more guilty, and so must die, Enkidu awakens, and tells Gilgamesh of his dream.

Translating to English:
>The general flushed dark red and lost his temper.

"The whole of your lot," she affirmed with relish. "Sick as dogs and cryin' for ma."

It can't be, and there are several ways to see this.

Unable to stand weakness of any kind, she eventually left him.

The Federal Government, however, as we insist, has the power of restraining the extension of the institution--the power to insure that a slave insurrection shall never occur on any American soil which is now free from slavery.

When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:), then let them which be in Judaea flee into the mountains

Given a probability space (Omega ,majuscule F,P) we say that the elements of majuscule F are events.

I can't I'm driving at the moment

Page 47 of whatever only has 3 sentences. Check mate.

But from a certain look which flooded for a moment the wells -instantly dry again- of her eyes, a look in which one sensed that almost humble docility which the predominance of a taste for sensual pleasures gives to the proudest of women, who will soon come to recognise but one form of personal magic, that which any man will enjoy in her eyes who can make her feel those pleasures, an actor or a mountebank for whom, perhaps, she will one day leave her husband, and from a certain pink tinge, warm and sensual, which flushed her pallid cheeks, like the colour that stained the hearts of the white water-lilies in the Vivonne, I thought I could discern that she might readily have consented to my coming to seek in her the savour of that life of poetry and romance which she led in Brittany, a life to which, whether from over=familiarity or from innate superiority or from the disgust at the penury or the avarice of her family, she seemed to attach no great value, but which, for all that, she held enclosed in her body.

>Though I must journey along an unknown road, perhaps a road of no return, and fight a strange battle, go I will.

>A woman who knows a foreign language is like a woman at a bachelorette party: so rude and crass and obsessed with cocks that it makes you sick.
Lol

The bell jar
Lincolns speeches

what a run-on

Those in the front row pulled at their beards now and then; no one turned around at the cry.

my retarded ass cant tell if that's the actual fucking line or if you are actually gonna respond later lmao

There are 4000 pages more of it if you're in the mood

Of our eleven fatalities: Mr William Trunk, a farm hand, his wife, and their small son, had perished when their cottage burnt down.

there's only two sentences in page 47
Pic related

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