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Before the eyes of floating colored circles. I’m off.
. My memory of the evil joke on me, again and again before the eyes of the forgotten scroll fragments that evening.
Kabak “Three Pines”.
Through the fog of tobacco smoke in front of me there is a figure of a waitress. What a dullness!
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