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A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. Many of the soldiers dismounted, and called for drink. “Is everything okay?” His mother touched his 251 shoulder gently, standing up. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. An electric light flashed out from the wall.
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