The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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