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“For nothing, do you call it?” he declared. He was a philosopher. She lied. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. “A claim,” he continued, “which I am quite prepared to recognize. "I've won, after all. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. ‘Rather would I die than fall in with such a plan.
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