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{
"text": "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.",
"source": "Unknown",
"source": "\"Current Notes\", The Boston Journal",
"id": 3814,
"length": 44
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"text": "If it starts with an explosion do you end it with a bang? First the whistles start a-blowin' then the guilty finally hang. There's a storm on the horizon and the waters on the rise, we're watching history repeatin' with the changin' times. The figureheads keep talking but they're buried in the sand. Everyone is pointing fingers, everybody plays their hand. The fix is in, the game is rigged, the pawns are polarized. You either pick a side or think outside the picket lines" ,
"text": "If it starts with an explosion do you end it with a bang? First the whistles start a-blowin' then the guilty finally hang. There's a storm on the horizon and the waters on the rise, we're watching history repeatin' with the changin' times. The figureheads keep talking but they're buried in the sand. Everyone is pointing fingers, everybody plays their hand. The fix is in, the game is rigged, the pawns are polarized. You either pick a side or think outside the picket lines",
"source": "Matt Pless - When the Frayed Wind Blows",
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"text": "Time passed. Even with the power throbbing through her head it was a painfully hard task, like threading a needle by moonlight, but eventually she had a handful of silver. In the slow, heavy world in which she now appeared to be she took the hank and threw it slowly towards Esk. It became a cloud, swirled like a whirlpool and vanished. She was aware of a shrill chittering noise, and shadows on the edge of sight. Well, it happened to everyone sooner or later. They had come, drawn as always by a discharge of magic. You just had to learn to ignore them.",
"text": "Time passed. Even with the power throbbing through her head it was a painfully hard task, like threading a needle by moonlight, but eventually she had a handful of silver. In the slow, heavy world in which she now appeared to be she took the hank and threw it slowly towards Esk. It became a cloud, swirled like a whirlpool and vanished. She was aware of a shrill chittering noise, and shadows on the edge of sight. Well, it happened to everyone sooner or later. They had come, drawn as always by a discharge of magic. You just had to learn to ignore them.",
"source": "Terry Pratchett - Equal Rites",
"length": 556,
"id": 5925