Text race history for Marcy (melvindvorak2)

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I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.

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556 2017-02-04 23:23:33 79.61 94%