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... to our own selves.' I creeched out: 'I'm blind, Bog bust and bleed you, you grahzny bastards.' 'Language, language,' like smecked a goloss, and then I got a like backhand tolchock with some ringy rooker or other full on the rot. I said: 'Bog murder you, you vonny stinking bratchnies. Where are the others? Where are my stinking traitorous droogs? One of my cursed grahzny bratties chained me on the...

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