Title: Необов'язково

Text: My dear Doctor. The path never seemed so slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the reason inside your head, and know that all things are possible. Hurry though, my love. My days grow shorter now, and I am very weak. Godspeed, my lonely angel. Кожен абзац буде тестом.

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