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I dreaded those future aeons when I would not be present—an endless succession of days I would miss, with their own news and songs and styles of machine. —John Updike, …
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I dreaded those future aeons when I would not be present—an endless succession of days I would miss, with their own news and songs and styles of machine. —John Updike, …
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