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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
The door was still ajar, but there was a tentative tap on it which said, in
a kind of metaphorical morse code, that the tapper could see very well that
Carrot was in his room with a scantily clad woman and was trying to knock
without actually being heard.
(Men at Arms)
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