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| z | inflated, running around every aperture, the steam stinks of flower oil, and i trace the three streams to their source, an electric machine of great size, the scatter of droplets is like poison rain, and i lie, buried under piles and layers of frozen slush, the winter disease rumbles on, and stops | 140214 |
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| tail-devouring snake | . | 140814 |