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Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow whe >>
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I u >>
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. >>
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The dead should be judged like criminals, impartially, but they should >>
Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.