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One fine morning, the stoker of an ancient stokehouse in Moscow woke up with a hangover, found a hefty black raven on his window, which turned out to be talking and boozing. |
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One fine morning, the stoker of an ancient stokehouse in Moscow woke up with a hangover, found a hefty black raven on his window, which turned out to be talking and boozing. |
