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Text : They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day... everyone... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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