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The Daily Dick: Musings from the Greatest Novel Ever

  • The Hyena
  • Jul 30, 2016
  • 1 min read

"I survived myself; my death and burial were locked up in my chest. I looked round me tranquilly and contentedly, like a quiet ghost with a clean conscience sitting inside the bars of a snug family vault."

 
 
 

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