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What a cruel fate that I, who have learned to give life to lines of cold graphite, cannot draw worth a damn. He was once my favourite horse - now look at him! He haunts my laboratory day and night!
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But I must be quiet, or he'll find me. He is my guilty conscience, Simon. You think he does not know my secrets? But there is still that one last chamber... look at him. Watch him enter it...
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Yes...yes... it's dark back there, isn't it? Now he sees what I've become! Have pity on my trembling hands, Simon... I only wanted to remember him forever! Forgive me, Snuffles!
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