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"He entered my life in February 1932 never to leave. Since then, it has been more than a quarter-century, more than nine thousand tedious and purposeless days, which the absence of hope has rendered all equally empty - days and years, many of which as dead as the dry leaves on a withered tree." Discover the review
"He entered my life in February 1932 never to leave. Since then, it has been more than a quarter-century, more than nine thousand tedious and purposeless days, which the absence of hope has rendered all equally empty - days and years, many of which as dead as the dry leaves on a withered tree."
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