Text race history for Nic (scylla1)

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Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

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2392 2020-11-10 16:23:47 91.97 96%