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Miriam
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08 December 2011 @ 10:03 pm
Night of the Aurochs by Dalton Trumbo; an excerpt  
"He picks her up in his arms, weeping. Her brown hair streams backwards against her white body. She is his rabbit, once again his murdered love."
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