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“Драсканиците и знаците по стените вероятно са направени нарочно, но по някакъв странен, откачен начин изглеждат като гласове, пълни с отчаяние. Както когато нещо те притиска отвътре и ти се иска да изкрещиш, но не можеш и единственото, което ти остава е да го издраскаш някъде, защото не издържаш.”

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