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Where is my page?
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States
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“ %1”
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Find Text
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No better? Yes, better, sir.
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calendar
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It is not yet near day.
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Mr. Katadreuffe?
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On the way downstairs...
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Near Birnam Wood shall we meet them.
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Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
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Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.
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Pray you, sir, a word.
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Young son, it argues a distempered head so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
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Is it good den, I pray?
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- I'm going home, to think
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- God help thee, poor monkey.
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Thy story, quickly!
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"Yea," quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face?
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KDat
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I give you the money and you take it!
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And now a wood comes towards Dunsinane.
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Thick as hail came post with post, and everyone did bear thy praises.
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Next Completion Match
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By the harbour.
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Exponent
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Juliet!
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^Install Kubuntu in text mode
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Payment Period
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A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
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My books!
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I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my appointed service.
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Juliet!
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check menu item
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Ido
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Come with me.
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"It looks like we've gone bust."
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Miscellaneous Symbols and Arrows
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The certificate is invalid
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One. Two.
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Oh, I am fortune's fool!
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Tahsas
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If you do, sir, I am for you.
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ABC
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You'd forget to feed him. She forgets everything.
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We're looking for him He's at station or home.
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_Extract
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My mother said; Lunchroom? She lives off tips.
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Liver of blaspheming Jew, gall of goat and slips of yew.
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Sad hours seem long.
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And lips, o you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.
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We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not...
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- Alas, poor country.
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password text
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Or else?
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Your honour... Dr de gankelaar is a creditor for the sum of fifteen guilders.
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My baby, where is she?
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A scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis enough.
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Icelandic
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Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after!
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Is too much for a score When it hoars ere it be spent
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Accessibility
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Henceforward do your messages yourself.
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise and nothing is but what is not.
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^Install Ubuntu Kylin in text mode
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By the help of these, we may again give to our tables meat sleep to our nights, our feasts free from bloody knives.
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Clear List
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Come on, sit down...
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My son is moving to the back room.
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Ring the bell!
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Install a command-line system
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Dreverhaven wants his money back at once.
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Jan!
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Do Spellchecking
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My dearest love Duncan comes here tonight.
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He's not here.
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After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
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My new clerk is too fast. Please take over.
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Gentlemen, good den.
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- Did not you speak?
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a visor for a visor.
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No, Mercutio.
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Folder names cannot contain '/'
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Romeo!
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Mr. Katadreuffe, if I may...
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Sorry.
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Your monther is a whore!
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EPS
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Anyway, you met Dreverhaven this afternoon.
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Please, be silent behind the screen
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She apparently wanted exactly the same.
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- What's the newest grief?
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I come, anon.
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A sail, a sail.
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God bless us.
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I won't let that happen.
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of March
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Who? You and him or you and your mother?
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Dr de Gankelaar!
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