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Text : Another idol has displaced me. Another idol... What idol? a golden one. There is nothing on this earth more terrifying to me than a life doomed to poverty. May I ask, why do you condemn, with such severity, the honest pursuit of substance? You fear the world too much, Ebenezer. You've changed. Changed?! Perhaps grown wiser, but I have not changed toward you!. Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor, and content to be so, when it was made you were another man... Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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