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“I shot him. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. He made this simple classification of a large and various sex to the exclusion of all intermediate kinds; he held that the two classes had to be kept apart even in thought and remote from one another. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. My death, probably. I can see that you were somebody, in another day.
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