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      <title>A rose for Emily by Anneliese Mejia</title>
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         <title>The death of Emily´s father chapter 2 2nd to the last pharagraph</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The day after his death all the ladies prepared to call at the house and offer condolence<br>and aid, as is our custom Miss Emily met them at the door, dressed as usual and with no trace of<br>grief on her face. She told them that her father was not dead. She did that for three days, with<br>the ministers calling on her, and the doctors, trying to persuade her to let them dispose of the<br>body. Just as they were about to resort to law and force, she broke down, and they buried her<br>father quickly.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-25 16:52:52 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Cruelty Of Rumours and people</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Homer</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-25 16:54:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Homer left home</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>His father disowned him because of his **preferences*** ;)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-25 16:56:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Homer felt bad </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He wanted to use emily to get over his ¨flaw¨ and be a married man but he also wanted to get to know her he was curious of how her mind worked</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-25 17:00:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Homer herd the rumours</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He thought of a good cover up</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-25 17:01:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emily hears of rumors chaper 3 pharagraph 4</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>And as soon as the old people said, "Poor Emily," the whispering began. "Do you suppose<br>it's really so?" they said to one another. "Of course it is. What else could . . ." This behind their<br>hands; rustling of craned silk and satin behind jalousies closed upon the sun of Sunday afternoon<br>as the thin, swift clop-clop-clop of the matched team passed: "Poor Emily."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-26 15:23:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Homer proposes</title>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-26 15:25:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emily Buys Arsenic chapter 3 pharagraph 6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I want some poison," she said to the druggist. She was over thirty then, still a slight<br>woman, though thinner than usual, with cold, haughty black eyes in a face the flesh of which was<br>strained across the temples and about the eyesockets as you imagine a lighthouse-keeper's face<br>ought to look. "I want some poison," she said.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-26 15:37:40 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>body is found chapter 6 pharagraph 6</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2022-04-26 15:45:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Emily dies chapter 5 pharagraph 5</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation<br>upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor--he who fathered<br>the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron-remitted her<br>taxes, the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity. Not that Miss Emily<br>would have accepted charity. Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss<br>Emily's father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a matter of business, preferred<br>this way of repaying. Only a man of Colonel Sartoris' generation and thought could have invented<br>it, and only a woman could have believed it.</div>]]></description>
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