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Brown Corpus
Although my shot killed his horse, he rolled off the bale on top of me.
I could smell woodsmoke, grease, and oil.
His eyes were dark, fluid, fearful, and he gave a sigh as my knife went in.
Coming over the wall he had seemed like a hideous devil.
Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.
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