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The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. He turned. She was silent. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. She could manage the major. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes.
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