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Слушать(AI)The Fever Monument
I walked across the park to the fever monument.
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains.
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque
We got hot and died.
Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic
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