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Harry Potter and the half blood prince


It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office,reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.He was waiting for a call from the president of a far distant country,and between wondering when the wretched man would telephone,and trying to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long,tiring,difficult week,there was not much space in his head for anything else.

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