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The place was pockmarked with window-like holes everywhere—people were always 138 falling into them and breaking bones--it was for these lookouts why she had chosen it. . ” His rhythm slowed to a grind. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. His statement was treated with derision.
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