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Russian code in air. Silver cats, ice cream, neon, Flayed rats scurrying; I must protect my loved ones. Blood drips from my nose; I cry.
A book asked me once: If you could take a pill that would make you need only two hours of sleep a day would you take it? And I said: I don’t know
  Rushed out of school, without a clue in the world Thousands of people died in the last half hour Moms, dads, sons, and daughters..
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