yuvlian
211 lines
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211 lines
7.2 KiB
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"id": 0,
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"content": "The child had remained seated in the same spot for three days now."
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},
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{
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"id": 1,
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"content": "It is as if the screen has absorbed her attention completely, burying even the desire to eat or sleep beneath sensory stimulation."
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},
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{
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"id": 2,
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"content": "The child seems as if she can’t feel a thing."
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},
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{
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"id": 3,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Yes… This is it… It keeps going…"
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},
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{
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"id": 4,
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"content": "The room’s air is still, only stirred on occasion by creepy cackles, murmured monologues, and the clicks and taps of the keyboard and mouse."
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},
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{
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"id": 5,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Mmmh! Just look at how many infidels are printing out prosthetics… How appalling! How disgusting!"
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},
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{
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"id": 6,
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"content": "A storage device was plugged into the child’s computer."
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},
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{
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"id": 7,
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"content": "Its tiny, glowing letters read “Emil”. Following the name, that must be the “key” she got from Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 8,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Sinclair… Oh, Sinclair…! My, how grateful I am for you… Truly!"
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},
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{
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"id": 9,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Kehe, the whole village is a den of heresy…! It must have been quite unpleasant to live in such a place, Sinclair!"
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},
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{
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"id": 10,
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"content": "The child’s mind is busied with thoughts."
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},
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{
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"id": 11,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Now how will I purify those impure things?"
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},
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{
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"id": 12,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "No, let’s think for a second."
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},
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{
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"id": 13,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Those heretics still keep the purest piece in their bodies, don’t they?"
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},
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{
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"id": 14,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "The brain."
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},
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{
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"id": 15,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Even those who have replaced their entire bodies with prosthetics still have a brain."
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},
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{
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"id": 16,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "The likes of the heart and lungs can all be augmented and swapped out, but the brain is the one pure irreplaceable thing in the City."
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},
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{
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"id": 17,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Ha!"
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},
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{
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"id": 18,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "That won’t do. Think of the poor thing, all surrounded by impurity. The irony churns my guts just thinking about it!"
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},
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{
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"id": 19,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "I’ll have to rip their heads apart—that way, the impure will stay impure."
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},
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{
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"id": 20,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Yes… Yes!"
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},
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{
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"id": 21,
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"content": "With her mind finally made up, the child rose from her seat and gripped a huge nail."
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},
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{
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"id": 22,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "Huhu… You are my hero, Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 23,
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"content": "With her other hand, she unfolded a map stained with blood and grease."
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},
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{
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"id": 24,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "It’s exactly as I saw through the glass window in that company’s lab!"
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},
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{
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"id": 25,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "That glimpse of the righteous fury you showed for such filth… A little prod got you to hand this treasure over to me."
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},
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{
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"id": 26,
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"content": "She appeared as though she were possessed by something as she bit off the lid of a red pen."
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},
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{
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"id": 27,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "I shall purge the heresy encircling you… I shall wipe clean the disgust."
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},
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{
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"id": 28,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "You will see it in no time! The future where we judge heretics together… has been set in stone!"
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},
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{
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"id": 29,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "We will meet soon, Sinclair."
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},
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{
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"id": 30,
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"content": "There was a burst of frivolous laughter and compulsive gestures."
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},
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{
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"id": 31,
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"content": "The child cackled like a maniac…"
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},
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{
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"id": 32,
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"content": "All as she kept on drawing circles over where the ‘Town of Calw’ was indicated on the map."
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},
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{
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"id": 33,
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"model": "파우스트",
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"teller": "Faust",
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"title": "The One Who Grips",
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"content": "We will purify the filth together, shoulder to shoulder…"
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},
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{
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"id": 34,
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"content": "The town on the map was now covered in red."
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},
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{
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"id": 35,
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"content": "As if she hinted at what would become of the town."
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}
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]
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