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| At that stage as I struggled up out of the mature and boy galleries gloom, I wasnt sure how I was feeling so I made no effort to answer, but tried to gather my disordered wits. As my eyes came into focus I saw a face peering down at me and heard the voice ask again, How do you feel? Instead of answering the question I managed to ask, What...happened? | |
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