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It was the language Cain had brought with him when he fled the Garden of Eden.
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Up and down streaming stripes. Screaming Cain words, sighing Cain sighs, didactly telling you about the benefits of the Cain life, a wander-life... without a job, without a car, without a body, nothing but perfect thoughts of perfect murder, which you are prevented from expressing, praise be to God who devised this Cain life.
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