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What’s the bravest thing you ever did?He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

Cormac McCarthy

What’s the bravest thing you ever did?He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.

Cormac McCarthy
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