2 A.M. The heat, the dust, the cigar smoke, and the smell of bodies make the air unbreathable. I go out staggering, and breathe in the fresh air with delight. I like the night and the sky better than the gods of men.
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2 A.M. The heat, the dust, the cigar smoke, and the smell of bodies make the air unbreathable. I go out staggering, and breathe in the fresh air with delight. I like the night and the sky better than the gods of men.
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