Misty dreariness prevails. Gloominess is sucking up John Doe's strenght. He is
strolling around his limited territory, dreaming about something that might
let him out of this dead end street... But life is in rut. Agony is tearing
him to pieces...
strolling around his limited territory, dreaming about something that might
let him out of this dead end street... But life is in rut. Agony is tearing
him to pieces...
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