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In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. “Here, dis is for you. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. I’ll have it out with him. But the twins were so fucked over at that point they were zombies. “My mom is making duck. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. Voilà tout. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house.
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