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How the years flee from us.
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How fares your father?
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Dead.
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Oh. Apologies.
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How terrible.
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The boy is ill-starred acquaintance with such misfortunes.
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Why only days past he was set upon in our own streets,
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on way to appointment with Quintilius Varus.
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Varus?
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The same man who, absent Vettius' presence,
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managed to find way to your ludus..
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Where this fucking cock eater stole the primus from me!