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There he is, looking at a frame. ジェイコブ, son of who, from the 土地 of what, in the here and now, or here and there, or there and about, and round again he goes, where he stops, NoBody knows, and that's the truth... meanwhile, 蜂(複) mutter on the 蜜蜂の巣 表面, and ジェイコブ thinks about thinking.
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