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... , her long straight black hair, the warmth of her voice...
He also remembered their home in the slums, a windy ruin that wasn't fitting for a stray mutt and much less for a tiny family of two.
He also remembered the freezing-cold morning when his mother died from horrible fever in the middle of the winter... and that he was left all alone in the cruel world.
...that was when the little child began to think that all the things he seemed to remember – the other world, the g ...
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