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The babies were spread across the iron cribs and the floor.
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FROM A DYING COCKROACH Life never promised much… born in a crack, raised in a cage of gargantuan construction, tortured by a crew of sadistic gods whose every casual step could spell butchery… chased with rolled newspaper and swatter… days holed-up in…
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One day, he decided instead to be-pet them,
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