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❝ The brawls, the teeth smashed against the asphalt, the bruised lips, the shortness of breath, the night always closing in, the flashing lights, the distant rowhouses, dark, like immense barracks. The black, soaked fields, and the enormous, unstoppable factories, men as their fuel.
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