With circles under his eyes, weariness that sore like if a thousand of needles were pinching his body and his brain working faster than never, he kept tossing and rolling on his bed until dawn.
The End.
With circles under his eyes, weariness that sore like if a thousand of needles were pinching his body and his brain working faster than never, he kept tossing and rolling on his bed until dawn.
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