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It was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these words may you lay down your hand and feel what I have felt. Now send, send them, till there'll come a day, when they'll all run out and the pain will cease to be."
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