Racconti di Canterbury, I
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1:28:01
Three times I've screwed the
miller's daughter while you laid low

1:28:06
You filthy devil, you
traitor! I'll murder you!

1:28:30
Bye-bye, my love
1:28:33
John, it's baked with our flour
1:29:42
Why don't you cut it off?
1:29:44
Whore!
1:29:53
Come on

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