The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white.
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‘They look like white elephants,’ she said.
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‘Yes,’ said the girl. ‘Everything tastes of liquorice. Especially all the things you’ve waited so long for, like absinthe.’
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“He looked up the tracks but could not see the train”
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