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a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer1 for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipated evening had in return for consciousness endowed him with a changeless grin whereon a dozen staunch and Meal citizens did graze at pause then fired by hypercivic zeal sought newer pastures or because swaddled with a frozen brook of pinkest vomit2 out of eyes which noticed nobody he looked as if he did not care to rise one hand did nothing on the vest its wideflung friend clenched3 weakly dirt while the mute trouserfly confessed a button solemnly inert4. Brushing from whom the stiffened puke i put him all into my arms and staggered banged with terror through a million billion trillion stars 点击  收听单词发音
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