Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our roodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter basterd through dry.. You veck, you... A cup of the old chai? The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers... O my brothers, remember sometimes thy little Alex that was. Amen. And all that cal. Troll!!!!
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