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The city slept heavily, like someone who had drunk too much and collapsed onto the bed fully dressed without even taking off their shoes. Down the narrow streets you could hear only his footsteps, now and then a bottle rolling along the pavement, two cats digging through garbage with that persistence creatures have when they know nothing will ever be handed to them

He Danced So He Wouldn’t Become Like It (From the Archive)
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