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My God, my God! why has this misfortune come upon me? Even loss of hands or feet would have been better, for a paperless me without a name is the devil knows what — a bird, 
but not a bird, a citizen, but not a citizen, a thing just to be thrown out of window… I’m pressed for words…
Another Gogol adaptation. (No, not Google.)
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