Text race history for Francesco (billyboe)

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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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1197 2015-05-23 12:24:27 88.21 97%