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M. He strangled the infant, which slipped out of his hands and screamed. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. “I want a plain word with you about all this. 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.
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