At
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the
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end
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of
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the
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day,
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you're
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another
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day
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older -
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and
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that's
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all
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you
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can
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say
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for
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the
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life
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of
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the
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poor;
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it's
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a
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struggle,
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it's
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a
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war,
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and
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there's
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nothing
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that
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anyone's
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giving;
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one
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more
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day
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standing
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about -
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what
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is
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it
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for?
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One
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day
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less
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to
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be
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living.
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At
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the
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end
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of
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the
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day,
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you're
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another
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day
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colder;
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and
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the
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shirt
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on
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your
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back
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doesn't
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keep
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out
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the
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chill;
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and
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the
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righteous
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hurry
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past -
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they
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don't
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hear
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the
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little
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ones
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crying;
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and
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the
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plague
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is
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coming
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on
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fast -
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ready
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to
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kill.
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One
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day
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nearer
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to
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dying.
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At
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the
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end
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of
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the
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day,
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there's
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another
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day
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dawning,
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and
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the
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sun
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in
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the
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morning
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is
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waiting
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to
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rise -
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like
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the
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waves
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crash
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on
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the
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sand,
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like
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a
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storm
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that
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will
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break
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any
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second -
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there's
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a
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hunger
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in
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the
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land,
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there's
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a
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reckoning
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still
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to
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be
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reckoned,
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and
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there's
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gonna
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be
|
|
hell
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to
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pay!
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At
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the
|
end
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of
|
the
|
day.
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At
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the
|
end
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of
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the
|
day,
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you
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get
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nothing
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for
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nothing -
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sitting
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flat
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on
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your
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bum
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doesn't
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buy
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any
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bread!
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There
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are
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children
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back
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at
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home!
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And
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the
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children
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have
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got
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to
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be
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fed!
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And
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you're
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lucky
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to
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be
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in
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a
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job!
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And
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in
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a
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bed!
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And
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we're
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counting
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our
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blessings!
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Have
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you
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seen
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how
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the
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Foreman
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is
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fuming
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today?
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With
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his
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terrible
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breath
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and
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his
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wandering
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hands?
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It's
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because
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little
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Fantine
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won't
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give
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him
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his
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way!
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Take
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a
|
look
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at
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his
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trousers,
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you'll
|
see
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where
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he
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stands!
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And
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the
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boss,
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he
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never
|
knows
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that
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the
|
Foreman
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is
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always
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on
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heat!
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If
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Fantine
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doesn't
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look
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out,
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watch
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how
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she
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goes -
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she'll
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be
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out
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on
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the
|
street!
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At
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the
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end
|
of
|
the
|
day,
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it's
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another
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day
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over,
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with
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enough
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in
|
your
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pocket
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to
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last
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for
|
a
|
week:
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pay
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the
|
landlord,
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pay
|
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the
|
shop;
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keep
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on
|
working
|
as
|
long
|
as
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you're
|
able -
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keep
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on
|
working
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'til
|
you
|
drop
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or
|
it's
|
back
|
to
|
the
|
crumbs
|
off
|
the
|
table -
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you've
|
got
|
to
|
pay
|
your
|
way!
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At
|
the
|
end
|
of
|
the
|
day.
|
And
|
what
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have
|
we
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here,
|
little
|
innocent
|
sister?
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(No!)
|
Come
|
on,
|
Fantine,
|
let's
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have
|
all
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the
|
news!
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"Dear
|
Fantine,
|
you
|
must
|
send
|
us
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more
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money,
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your
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child
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needs
|
a
|
doctor,
|
there's
|
no
|
time
|
to
|
lose."
|
Give
|
that
|
letter
|
to
|
me,
|
it
|
is
|
none
|
of
|
your
|
business!
|
With
|
a
|
husband
|
at
|
home
|
and
|
a
|
bit
|
on
|
the
|
side!
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Is
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there
|
anyone
|
here
|
who
|
can
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swear
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before
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God
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she
|
has
|
nothing
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to
|
fear?
|
She
|
has
|
nothing
|
to
|
hide?
|
(Hey!
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Come
|
on,
|
stop
|
that!
|
Monsieur
|
Madeleine
|
is
|
here!)
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What
|
is
|
this
|
fighting
|
all
|
about?
|
Someone
|
tear
|
these
|
two
|
apart -
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this
|
is
|
a
|
factory,
|
not
|
a
|
circus!
|
Come
|
on,
|
ladies,
|
settle
|
down!
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I
|
am
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the
|
Maire
|
|
of
|
this
|
town,
|
I
|
run
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a
|
business
|
of
|
repute!
|
Deal
|
with
|
this,
|
Foreman!
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Be
|
as
|
patient
|
as
|
you
|
can!
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Yes,
|
Monsieur
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Madeleine!
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Now,
|
someone
|
say
|
how
|
this
|
began!
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At
|
the
|
end
|
of
|
the
|
day,
|
she's
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the
|
one
|
who
|
began
|
it!
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And
|
there's
|
this
|
kid
|
that
|
she's
|
hiding
|
in
|
some
|
little
|
town!
|
There's
|
a
|
man
|
she
|
has
|
to
|
pay!
|
You
|
can
|
guess
|
how
|
she
|
picks
|
up
|
the
|
extra!
|
You
|
can
|
bet
|
she's
|
earning
|
her
|
keep
|
sleeping
|
around!
|
And
|
the
|
boss
|
wouldn't
|
like
|
it!
|
Yes,
|
it's
|
true
|
there's
|
a
|
child
|
and
|
the
|
child
|
is
|
my
|
daughter;
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and
|
the
|
father
|
abandoned
|
us -
|
leaving
|
us
|
flat.
|
Now
|
she
|
lives
|
with
|
an
|
innkeeper,
|
man
|
and
|
his
|
wife,
|
and
|
I
|
pay
|
for
|
the
|
child -
|
what's
|
the
|
matter
|
with
|
that?
|
At
|
the
|
end
|
of
|
the
|
day,
|
she'll
|
be
|
nothing
|
but
|
trouble;
|
and
|
there's
|
trouble
|
for
|
all
|
when
|
there's
|
trouble
|
for
|
one!
|
While
|
we're
|
earning
|
our
|
daily
|
|
bread,
|
she's
|
the
|
one
|
with
|
her
|
hands
|
in
|
the
|
butter -
|
you
|
must
|
send
|
the
|
slut
|
away
|
or
|
we're
|
all
|
gonna
|
end
|
in
|
the
|
gutter -
|
and
|
it's
|
us
|
who'll
|
have
|
to
|
pay!
|
At
|
the
|
end
|
of
|
the
|
day.
|
I
|
might
|
have
|
known
|
the
|
bitch
|
could
|
bite,
|
I
|
might
|
have
|
known
|
the
|
cat
|
had
|
claws,
|
I
|
might
|
have
|
guessed
|
your
|
little
|
secret!
|
Yes,
|
the
|
virtuous
|
Fantine,
|
who
|
keeps
|
herself
|
so
|
pure
|
and
|
clean;
|
you'd
|
be
|
the
|
cause,
|
I
|
had
|
no
|
doubt,
|
of
|
any
|
trouble
|
here-about -
|
you
|
play
|
a
|
virgin
|
in
|
the
|
light
|
but
|
need
|
no
|
urging
|
in
|
the
|
night!
|
She's
|
been
|
laughing
|
at
|
you
|
while
|
she's
|
having
|
her
|
men!
|
She'll
|
be
|
nothing
|
but
|
trouble
|
again
|
and
|
again!
|
You
|
must
|
sack
|
her
|
today!
|
Sack
|
the
|
girl
|
today!
|
Right,
|
my
|
girl -
|
on
|
your
|
way!
|
Monsieur
|
le
|
Maire!
|
Monsieur
|
le
|
Maire!
|
Monsieur
|
le
|
Maire!
|
Monsieur
|
le
|
Maire!
|
Please!
|
Please,
|
Monsieur!
|
I
|
have
|
a
|
child!
|
|