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He told me quite plainly he couldn't be read. His hair was wound rather tight to his head. And his eyes were a mix of blue, or maybe grey.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
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He told me quite plainly he couldn't be read. His hair was wound rather tight to his head. And his eyes were a mix of blue, or maybe grey.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
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