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Notes from the Underground - Dostoyevsky, Fyodor ยท 77 words
The wet snow was falling in big flakes; I unbuttoned myself, regardless of it. I forgot everything else, for I had finally decided on the slap, and felt with horror that it was going to happen now, at once, and that no force could stop it. The deserted street lamps gleamed sullenly in the snowy darkness like torches at a funeral. The snow drifted under my great coat, under my coat, under my cravat, and melted there.
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