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Text: For Max Vandenburg, there was cool cement and plenty of time to spend with it. The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice could there be in allowing something to live. Each paragraph will be a test.

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