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The place pulsed with music too loud to converse above. ‘Certainly you are imbecile. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience.
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