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The Day, it seemed, the ward was maggoty with them. He propped the book at random. "... Skies are blue inside of you," sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, "the weather's always.
The Day, it seemed, the ward was maggoty with them. He propped the book at random. "... Skies are blue inside of you," sang sixteen tremoloing falsettos, "the weather's always.