Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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I came into this world in the rough and ready year of 1923. It was a barbarous time, it was a bleak time, and it was an uncivilized time. My memories stretch back almost a hundred years and if I close my eyes, I can smell the poverty that oozes from the dusky tenement streets of my boyhood. I can taste on my lips the bread and drippings that I was served for my tea. I can remember extreme hunger and my parents' undying love for me.

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3161 2020-03-22 20:39:46 75.67 97%
601 2020-02-04 00:11:11 75.70 97%