...walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.

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the story of Natalia to Natasha in ten acts

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http://cometoburnyourkingdomdown.tumblr.com/post/101743613729

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