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“Zadovoljstvom protiv smrti. Sadržajima protiv besmisla. Lepo od vas, ali nećete me osloboditi. Nekoga štediš sve vreme, da bi ga onda pustio, nije fer, uljuljkivanje i sve je u najboljem redu, dok odjednom ne shvatiš kako su ti sve dali da bi te naglo ostavili.”

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