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When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. Nobody will ever know what the fleas thought. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table.
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